How chill the song
Of the nightingale to-day!
How eerie-taut and strange
Its usual melody!
The night! This night!
Ah! what changes has it wrought
In the sweet nightingale
That from our garden-tree
Sung so its harmony?
What grief has pierced its heart to-night?
Why in its song
The jarring notes of frost
The warm and winy notes replace?
Or has sweet Cupid hit our nightingale?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem