O Nightingale my heart <br />How sad thou art! <br />How heavy is thy wing, <br />Desperately whirrëd that thy throat may fling <br />Song to the tingling silences remote! <br />Thine eye whose ruddy spark <br />Burned fiery of late, <br />How dead and dark! <br />Why so soon didst thou sing, <br />And with such turbulence of love and hate? <br /> <br />Learn that there is no singing yet can bring <br />The expected dawn more near; <br />And thou art spent already, though the night <br />Scarce has begun; <br />What voice, what eyes wilt thou have for the light <br />When the light shall appear, <br />And O what wings to bear thee t'ward the Sun?<br /><br />Robert Nichols<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/o-nightingale-my-heart/
