Nightingales

3eautiful must be the mountains whence ye come, nd bright in the fruitful valleys the streams wherefrora Ye learn your sonft. 'Vhere are those starry woodb? Oh, might I wander there mong the fiowers which in tbat heavenly air Bloom the year long." JCay, barren are those mountains and spent the strenms. ur song is the voice of desire that haunts oar dreams - A throe of the heart Whose pining visions dim, forbidden hopea profound, "o dying cadenee nor long sigh can sound For all our art. Alone aloud in the raptured ear of men "e pour our dark nocturnal secret, aiid then. As night is withdrawn Trom these sweet springing meads and bursting boughs of May, Oream while the Innumerable choir of day Welcomes the dawn."