Show TO A nightingale immortal voice that with such strange delight the lonely hours in passionate strain enthralled we listen where the clear refrain Is borne upon the enchanted breath of night with ecstacy thou sure surely y dost invite to some high joy but sadly comes again the long low plaintive note that speaks of pain awl and hearts that break through sorrow infinite 40 voice of the voiceless still thy deathless song thrills passion laden souls who listening tell in a thy full fall notes their we tale of love or wrong too deep for human words and so dispel tuc tae stilling stifling thoughts that ail their senses sense through la ill wavea of melody beneath thy spell I 1 L M H CLIFFORD |