Hast Thou Heard The Nightingale?

YES, I have heard the nightingale. As in dark woods I wandered, And dreamed and pondered, A voice passed by all fire And passion and desire; I rather felt than heard The song of that lone bird: Yes, I have heard the nightingale. Yes, I have heard the nightingale. I heard it, and I followed; The warm night swallowed This soul and body of mine, As burning thirst takes wine, While on and on I pressed Close to that singing breast: Yes, I have heard the nightingale. Yes, I have heard the nightingale. Well doth each throbbing ember The flame remember; And I, how quick that sound Turned drops from a deep wound! How this heart was the thorn Which pierced that breast forlorn! Yes, I have heard the nightingale.