Classic Poem

Hidden 'mong the forest trees,
Chant thy liquid melodies,
Passionate nightingale!
Sing, till night's ten thousand eyes
Fade and fail,
Dim and pale,
As thou sang'st in Paradise
Long ago.
Sing in tender tremolo,
Soft and slow,
Sad and low.
Sing a deep adagio,
For my heart is full of woe,
And my eyes are full of tears
With the thought of bygone years.
Tremolo,
Sad and slow.