Show The Nightingales Nightingale's Song c. c ty f The eve was calm and still The woods were hushed to rest The moon behind the hill Gleamed on the silver west 1 Over the d drowsy eart earth it Under the moonbeams pale A mystic song had birth I In the heart of the nightingale i Like a bard inspired she sang Of love and the hearts heart's unrest Like a morning carol rang The thoughts of her joyous breast While the dew on her nest was bright And the bright stars burned above i She sang to the infant night Of the golden dawn of love And I said to my b beating heart Be Be still 1 t for the minstrel bird Had torn its wounds apart And its gushing fountain stirred Ah love love tot I I cried Under the moonbeams pale When that mystic music died In the throat of the nightingale Longmans |