The ode, in three eight-line stanzas, exalts a lone bird singing in the “onyx veil of night.” Its holy trill pierces shadows, proclaiming divine glory with a psalm-like melody. In the first stanza, the bird’s song stirs stars and trees, a joyful beam against despair, crowning it a psalmist of heaven’s will. The second stanza follows its tune through grief, a spark of grace defying midnight’s reign, lifting hearts with love’s eternal promise. The third stanza blesses the bird as a dawn-waker, its echoes ringing from throne to earth, a ceaseless anthem of peace and beauty on pure feathers. The poem celebrates the bird as a sacred voice illuminating the divine in darkness.

I.
O bird that breaks the onyx veil of night,
With fragile wings you weave a holy strain,
Your trill ascends where shadows hold their might,
To sing of glory through the dark’s domain.
The stars, your choir, in silence softly gleam,
The trees bow low, their branches hushed and still,
You pierce despair with joy’s unshaken beam,
A psalmist crowned by heaven’s tender will.

II.
Through vales of grief, your melody takes flight,
A thread of grace to mend the soul’s deep tear,
Each note a spark against the endless blight,
A hymn to prove the sacred lingers near.
The midnight cloaks the world in somber hue,
Yet you, O voice, defy its heavy reign,
With praise you lift the heart to vistas new,
A herald bold of love’s eternal gain.

III.
Blest be your song that wakes the dawn’s first light,
From throne to earth, your echoes softly ring,
In stillness deep, you bear the spirit’s sight,
A testament on feathers pure to sing.
O midnight scribe, your anthem shall not cease,
Through gloom and gleam, your truth forever soars,
You call the weary unto boundless peace,
And bid us see where holy beauty pours.