Until the rise of nighttimes moon,

Fron the early blinking dawn,

The myestries of th dark lagoon,

Told by its gloomy song.

Stippled wings, graceful in flight,

Caper about the pume,

Bewildering splash to see its light,

Dazzling is its fume.

Myestrious when during winter heard,

Is the monologue of such a tune,

Amazing are its flowing words,

Peculiar is the lagoon.

I shall not detail events of dawn,

That conclude here this full moon,

I shall not disclose the secret song-

The Chorus of the Dark Lagoon.