Author Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Bulbul's song, through night hours cold,Rose to Allah's throne on high;To reward her melody,Giveth he a cage of gold.Such a cage are limbs of men,--Though at first she feels confin'd,Yet when all she brings to mind,Straight the spirit sings again. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 3 (2 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments