Poems (Eckley)/The Nightingale's Cry

by Sophia May Eckley

THE NIGHTINGALE'S CRY.

ARCHES' deep and dark Pavilion, Hide, O hide me in thy shade,For a thorn has pierced my bosom, In the hawthorn where I strayed.

Tosses now my heart in anguish, Dark as night, and no relief;Come and sing, bring back life's morrow, Hush to rest this bitter grief.

O return, my wandering love-mate, Woo me, win me with thy song,Till the silent dark Pavilion, Echoes as thy notes prolong.

And I answer in Love's panting, Come, O come back to the nest,Take this thorn from out my bosom, Heal the wound upon thy breast.

Come, O come, my wandering Love-mate, Heal this thorn-wound in my breast,Come! I cry, O come my wanderer, Back into the lonely nest.

Bellagio, 1861.