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.