I, sadly, haven't heard nightingale song
but as I live and breathe both spirit and
mortality, I may hear it through odes
like Keats’—and fear it there, too, as it rings
out over death and departures so well.
Keats himself felt the song lure him into
darkness near death, knew desire and despair
before bidding the song adieu, not yet
ready to ride the waves into beyond.
That beauty is otherworldly is true,
but can it not be earthly too? Our earth
is part of God, and must we leave it just
when tuned to heavenly music pleasingto our dear souls, relieving our sore wings?
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