Oh Nightingale, my dearestOh Nightingale, my dearest
May I in Shakespeare's Cathedral raise a tone
A symphony of mind's best;
Tenderly, melodious if not to the climax,
The Chamberlain's wine for a passionate appeal,
A dance drill for a merry heart.
I should ask for more of these
A favor greater than the chicken's brain;
May we in this hope stay
To avoid the tortoise and vulture's play
The baboon's charade a thousand meters aside
For this journey shall go beyond the riverside.
