In the merry month of May O towards the close of day Methought I heard at last O the gentle nightingale, The lady and the mistress of all musick; She sits down ever in the dale Singing with her notès smale And quavering them wonderfully thick.

Then, clearing his throat, he sang: "In the merry blossom time, When love longings food the breast, When the flower is on the lime, When the small fowl builds her nest, Sweetly sings the nightingale And the throstle cock so bold; Cuckoo in the dewy dale

"And on the smalle greene twistis sat The little sweet nightingale, and sung So loud and clear the hymnis consecrat Of lovis use, now soft, now loud among, That all the gardens and the wallis rung Right of their song.

The reason for calling the nightingale the sister of the spirit of Keats (Adonais) does not perhaps go beyond thisthat, as the nightingale is a supreme songster among birds, so was Keats a supreme songster among men.

Nor ever sang so sweet the nightingale on the cliffs,... nor so much, by the grey sea-waves, did ever the sea-bird sing, nor so much in the dells of dawn did the bird of Memnon bewail the son of the Morning, fluttering around his tomb, as they lamented for Bion dead....

I will bestow the nightingale upon him, and send him tidings of the chance that has befallen.

Here I found the nightingales and the spring flowers that avoid the wind-blown hills.

She prayed her lord to grant her the nightingale for a gift.

'Tis sweet to see thee lean, As if to listen, from cloud-worlds on high, Whilst murmuring nightingales voluptuously Breathe their soft melody, and dew-drops lie Upon the myrtle blooms and oaken leaves,

Let deer pursue the hounds, And mountain-owls outsing the nightingale.

When thus gently reasoned with, the horse flings up his heels, kicks the cat, crushes the oyster, eats the haddock and pursues the nightingale, and that is how the war began.

It was twilight and more, however, before I reached it, for in those woods I heard for the first time that year the nightingale, and my heart, which all day had been full of Rome, was suddenly changed, so that I went down through the dusk to Ashford, singing an English song:

Giadruvava was taken away by the sun and changed to a bird called giahuba bagiaci, which sings in the morning and resembles a nightingale.

STESICHORUS, a celebrated Greek lyric poet, born in Sicily; contemporary of Sappho, Aleacus, and Pittacus; at his birth it is said a nightingale alighted on his lips and sang a sweet strain (632-652 B.C.).

It is not man that has "poetized" the world, it is the world that has made a poet out of man, by infinite processes of evolution, precisely in the same way that it has shaped a rose and filled it with perfume, or shaped a nightingale and filled it with song.

In fact, the youthful pair very soon came into that dream-land where are no more any points of the compass, no more division of time, no more latitude and longitude, no more up and down, but only a general wandering among enchanted groves and singing nightingales.

It is possible howeverand one willingly supposes sothat Shelley singled out the nightingale for mention, in recognition of the consummate beauty of Keats's Ode to the Nightingale, published in the same volume with Hyperion.

Thou wert weeping, the teardrops shining Were flowing from thy yearning gaze, For love the roses wept also, For joy sobbed the nightingale.

'Twas the lark that upward sprung, 'Twas the nightingale that sung. II.

Silence accompanied: for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunkall but the wakeful nightingale: She, all night long, her am'rous descant sung.

Its first loud manifestation may be heard in the prose of Carlyle and his school; yet even now its influence has permeated our whole literature so much, that, when reading some of our latest poetry, tones and melodies will come like distant echoes from the groves on the hillsides where warble the nightingales of Germany.

PART III "What pooland what red berries?" asked the second nightingale.

She railed on those who with nets and snares had betrayed the nightingale to his death; for anger and hate beyond measure had gained hold on her heart.

the sunny garden of Europe, whose blossoms are blighted by the icy north wind from St. PetersburgItaly, that captured nightingale, placed under a fragrant bush of roses, beneath an ever blue sky!

IN AN ILLUMINATED MISSAL {216} I would have loved: there are no mates in heaven; I would be great: there is no pride in heaven; I would have sung, as doth the nightingale The summer's night beneath the moone pale, But Saintes hymnes alone in heaven prevail.