Light weakens, to pale blue;
It’s almost white ere night.
Wind dies, no flag flies;
Just one lone crow in sight.

“Caw, caw, caw!” from pole to pole
He shouts and flaps and hops.
Way high a zoom jets by,
Our champagne bottle pops.

Dark flows up round baby star,
Our glasses wink and gleam;
The only crow away does go,
Your eyes are like a dream.

Dream weakens, to strong true—
You for more, me for most;
Wind flies, we arise,
Lips, on glasses, toast.

Flap, whip, snap! from pole to pole,
The flags are waving free!
Lass, pour, one glass more,
And share love’s boast with me!