text:  "Her short performance was no sooner tried When she I sought the nightingale replied; So sweet so shrill so variously she sung That the grove echo'd and the valleys rung; And I so ravish'd with her heavenly note-- I stood entranced and had no room for thought But all o'erpower'd with ecstasy of bliss Was in a pleasing dream of Paradise; At length I waked and looking round the bower Search'd every tree and pry'd on every flower If any where by chance I might espy The rural poet of the melody; For still methought she sung not far away: At last I found her on a laurel spray Close by my side she sate and fair in sight Full in a line against her opposite; Where stood with eglantine the laurel twined And both their native sweets were well conjoin'd