Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/To the Nightingale

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Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878
edited by J. C. Hutchieson

To the Nightingale

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4770758Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878 — To the NightingaleJ. C. Hutchieson

To the Nightingale.

Hark! in the vale I hear thy evening song,Sweet Nightingale! It soothes my pensive soul.Dost thou from day's gay flatterers retire,As I from tumult of the busy world,To pour thy sad note on the evening gale?Night and this still serene full well accordWith feelings such as ours. It is a calmHealthful and sweet to Nature, when the soulPlumes all her powers, and imps her drooping wingFor other' climes. Yes, songstress of the shade,

We both alike are here brief sojourners,Waiting the season of our happier change.Yet from the lone spray cheer the vale awhile,And listening I will learn content from thee.