THE NIGHTINGALE'S CRY.
ARCHES' deep and dark Pavilion, Hide, O hide me in thy shade,For a thorn has pierced my bosom, In the hawthorn where I strayed.Tosses now my heart in anguish, Dark as night, and no relief;Come and sing, bring back life's morrow, Hush to rest this bitter grief.
O return, my wandering love-mate, Woo me, win me with thy song,Till the silent dark Pavilion, Echoes as thy notes prolong.
And I answer in Love's panting, Come, O come back to the nest,Take this thorn from out my bosom, Heal the wound upon thy breast.
