The nightingale did dance, did sing, so free
Upon the gentle air and he did stop,
To stay a while and watch in void of thought
But found he himself unmanned, embittered mind took leave;
For it seemed in that birds lonesome melody
More pow’r than any creature living ought
To possess did flow with ease and wrought
A spell from which he could not flee.
He spoke to it as though his lowly words
Could merit the hearing of his newfound friend,
But when it seemed that could understand, this bird,
The strife of all his world came to an end.
The nightingale took wing into the night,
And alone he watched his heart soar out of sight.
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