“Hark! that's the nightingale Telling the self-same tale Her song told when this ancient earth was young: So echoes answered when her song was sung In the first wooded vale.”

“It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word.”

“The angel of spring the mellow-throated nightingale.”

“It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word.”