On noiseless feet, across the room he crept,
As shadows danced on walls from taper's flame,
He gazed upon her beauty as she slept
As tenderly he whispered out her name.
O' Nightingale, you touched within my heart
And carried me to meadows in my mind,
Do not you feel, the passions you impart
Whilst in your arms, my soul you have entwined?
Amongst the columbine in mountain lea,
I feel within the song of nightingale,
For I have danced love's sensual ballet,
And on your wings, to ectasy did sail.
O' Nightingale, time's come to let you fly,
As I depart, and you wing to the sky.
[This message has been edited by Mike (edited 07-30-99).]