O, Nightingale Poem by C.D. Xiang

O, sweet Nightingale
thy voice is a vermilion light
the darkness grows pale

With you my heart cannot fail
through the grayness catch a sight
o, sweet Nightingale

Held dear as the sacred grail
elixir of my affinity
the darkness grows pale

When left so alone and frail
winter winds blow afright
oh, sweet Nightingale

Shelter me as myrefuge from pounding hail
may thy warmth hold tight
the darkness grows pale

Upon our dreams we sail
bitter storms we fight
o, sweet Nightingale
the darkness grows pale.