The nightingale

Sing, sing nightingale blest

Sing me a roundel of gladness

Wilt thou not bring me as guest

Peace in my bosom to rest?

Ah, why must I be ever in sadness?

Sing, sing nightingale blest

Sing, sing chantress of love

Sing where 'tis fragrant and beaming

Evening gales o'er me rove

Gloom overshadows the grove.

Light alone springs from my dreaming.

Sing, sing chantress of love.

Come, come carol thy lay

Here in the cell where I languish

Cannot a nightingale stray

Must ever sorrow have sway.

Song would but mock at my anguish.

Come, come carol thy lay.