When compared, sweet bird, with thine.
Classic themes no longer courting—
Ancient tongues I’ll cast away,
And with nightingales disporting,
Sing the wild and woodland lay!
Anonymous Translation. Loots, a living Dutch Poet.
NEST OF THE NIGHTINGALE.
Up this green woodland side let’s softly rove,
And list the nightingale; she dwells just here.
Hush! let the wood-gate softly clap, for fear