O Nightingale that from your lofty bough
Do sing at eve when all the woods are still
You with fresh hope my loving heart does fill
Will my heart win her love ? Let it be now
Your liquid notes heard \'til the end of day
Last heard before the lone owl\'s sombre hoot
Portend success of love ~ if God so choose
To link His amorous power to your sweet lay !
Now sweetly sing ere some untimely fate
Would thwart my path of love ~ to your sweet heart
Or once again your song has come too late
Preventing me petals of love to part
To consummate our love we cannot wait
The runes of fate must not thrust us apart !
Thanks for reading ~ Please comment ~ BRIAN
With apologies to John Milton
This is a 4 4 4 2 sonnet in iambic pentameter.