The nightingale has a lyre of gold, <br />The lark's is a clarion-call, <br />And the blackbird plays but a boxwood flute, <br />But I love him best of all. <br /> <br />For his song is all of the joy of life, <br />And we in the mad, spring weather, <br />We two have listened till he sang <br />Our hearts and lips together.<br /><br />William Ernest Henley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-nightingale-has-a-lyre-of-gold/
