Natures s voices always full of love

    And joyance! tis tingale

    t croes

    it tes,

    As  an April night

    ould be too s for o utter forth

    , and disburthen his full soul

    Of all its music! And I know a grove

    Of large extent, le huge

    lord ins not: and so

    tangling underwood,

    And trim walks are broken up, and grass,

    ths.

    But never elsewhere in one place I knew

    So many Nightingales: and far and near

    In  over the wide grove

    thers songs--

    ith skirmish and capricious passagings,

    And murmurs musical and s jug jug

    And one lo than all--

    Stirring th such an harmony,

    t s almost

    Forget it  day! On moonlight bushes,

    s are but half disclosd,

    You may percwigs,

    t, brig and full,

    Glistning, whe shade

    Ligorch.

    A most gentle maid

    able home

    le, and at latest eve,

    (Even like a Lady voe

    to someture in the grove)

    Glides tes,

    t gentle Maid! and oft, a moments space,

    time t behind a cloud,

    ill the Moon

    Emerging, h and sky

    ition, and those wakeful Birds

    fortrelsy,

    As if one quick and sudden Gale

    An chd

    Many a Nightingale perch giddily

    On blosmy till she breeze,

    And to t motion tune on song,

    Like tipsy Joy t reels ossing head.

    Fareill to-morrow eve,

    And you, my friends! farewell, a s farewe