O NIGHTINGALE! thou surely art A creature of a "fiery heart": -- These notes of thine -- they pierce and pierce; Tumultuous harmony and fierce! Thou sing'st as if the God of wine Had helped thee to a Valentine; A song in mockery and despite Of shades, and dews, and silent night; And steady bliss, and all the loves Now sleeping in these peaceful groves. I heard a Stock-dove sing or say His homely tale, this very day; His voice was buried among trees, Yet to be come at by the breeze: He did not cease; but cooed -- and cooed; And somewhat pensively he wooed: He sang of love, with quiet blending, Slow to begin, and never ending; Of serious faith, and inward glee; That was the song -- the song for me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYMNS OF THE MARSHES: SUNRISE by SIDNEY LANIER TO CONSTANTIA, SINGING (1) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY LILIES: 23. FINALLY ALONE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) SAD MADRIGAL, SELECTION by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE GREY MONK by WILLIAM BLAKE THE STRICKEN HART by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT BE THOU A BIRD, MY SOUL by A. G. C. THAT A PLEASANT POVERTY IS TO BE PREFERRED BEFORE .. RICHES by ABRAHAM COWLEY |