Nightingale

Away, away, for I will fly to thee When my heart aches and drowsy numbness pains My sense as though of hemlock drunk Or empty some opiate to the drain One minutes passed and leftward sunk Away, away, for I will fly to thee Safer from heaven is with reasons blown Fade far away, dissolve and quite forget What among the leaves have never known The weariness, the fever and the fret Where old men sit and hear each other groan To seize upon the midnight with no pain And leaden eyes despair Away, away, for I will fly to thee Safer from heaven is with reasons blown Away, away, for I will fly to thee In virtuous rooms and winding ways I cannot see the flowers at my feet Fading violets covered up in leaves I've been half in love with easeful death Called him soft names in musing rhymes To take into the air my quiet breath Now more than ever seems it rich to die Away, away, for I will fly to thee Safer from heaven is with reasons blown Away, away, for I will fly to thee In virtuous rooms and winding ways