When the drunken nightingale found his way into the garden
He discovered the face of the rose and the wine-cup laughing;
He came to whisper in my ear excitedly,
‘Seek out these, life once gone cannot be sought again.’
Lit.
The bird of life is singing on the bough
His two eternal notes of "I and Thou"--
O! hearken well, for soon the song sings through,
And, would we hear it, we must hear it now.
Richard Le Gallienne