Not only elfin fays delight
To hail the sober Queen of Night,
But that sweet bird, whose gurgling throat
Warbles the thick melodious note,
Duly as evening shades prevail,
Renews her soothing love-lorn tale.
And as the Lover pensive goes,
Chaunts out her symphony of woes.
Which in boon Nature's wilder tone,
Beggar all sounds which Art has known.