#1 To Nightingale
Oh my little nightingale, sing no more, please!
Your song, sweet as it is, disturbs my peace.
You are no comforter in my sorrow,
With my eyes sunken and my cheeks hollow.
Sing, my dear nightingale, oh, sing again,
For I feel more lonely without your strain;
And still no peace of mind in night's quietude,
And no rest and sleep in single solitude.
Why I feel so chilly in summer's night?
There's no fire to warm my heart and no light.
Oh, garrulous warbler, can you tell me,
Where the darling flame of my heart to be?
Fly, oh, fly high and low, my songster dear!
Fly to seek for me my love far and near,
And bring me my sweet damsel of noble mind,
With strong love and firm character combined!
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