The Nightingale at Great Barr

The sun is chambered in the distant west, And night has spread her robes across the sky; Nature is silent in expectancy, And over all things lies the hush of rest.

The stars above their faithful sentry keep; I listen for the music of the spheres, Said to re-echo through the eternal years, But every earthly sound and whisper sleep.

But hark! From out of the shadows comes a song, So strangely sweet, that never was there wrought such music out of human life or thought, Nor earth's darkness do such notes belong.

The song is heard; the singer hides from sight; Hath not God promised music in the night?