The Nightingale
When the nightingales call, In the deepening night, The music doth fall, Like a lullaby flight;
As the moon traces round, And the shadows entwine, The world wraps in sound, So divine, yet benign.
- Elizabeth Palmer Peabody
The Nightingale
When the nightingales call, In the deepening night, The music doth fall, Like a lullaby flight;
As the moon traces round, And the shadows entwine, The world wraps in sound, So divine, yet benign.