O Nightingale! thou surely art br A creature of a "fiery heart":-- br These notes of thine--they pierce and pierce; br Tumultuous harmony and fierce! br Thou sing'st as if the God of wine br Had helped thee to a Valentine; br A song in mockery and despite br Of shades, and dews, and silent night; br And steady bliss, and all the loves br Now sleeping in these peaceful groves.