Awake! awake! <br />Sleep no more, my gentle mate! <br />With your tiny tawny bill, <br />Wake the tuneful echo shrill, <br />On vale or hill; <br />Or in her airy rocky seat, <br />Let her listen and repeat <br />The tender ditty that you tell, <br />The sad lament, <br />The dire event, <br />To luckless Itys that befell. <br />Thence the strain <br />Shall rise again, <br />And soar amain, <br />Up to the lofty palace gate <br />Where mighty Apollo sits in state <br />In Jove's abode, with his ivory lyre, <br />Hymning aloud to the heavenly choir, <br />While all the gods shall join with thee <br />In a celestial symphony.<br /><br />Aristophanes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-call-of-the-nightingale/
