Show TRIO the nightingale san sang softly la in thet wood As though a thousand flowers had just annd speech A strange sweet tongue that only Is understood in fairy lands no earthly road may reach how shall the glory fall fail of my immortal tale or any silence oer my song prevail the evening star upon tho the edge og 0 night hung like a dewdrop on a dark leafs rim throbbed like a heart brimmed oer with p tire delight gathering new splendor while the skies grow crew dim how shall my beauty fade who in the my may shado shade henceforth am an eternal brightness made but the tea sighed through its depths of gray the sea complained on every lonely shore too well A ell I 1 know your fate ye joys of may lilay heard and beheld a thousand times limes before your pa iw faith Is calill I 1 only I 1 remain when light and song are tied fled fore SI NI C in london spectator |