Nightingale:
The February morning just began
Each bale of breez brings a slogan
A melody down the river Jordan
Sings Dear Gentleman Gentleman!
.
The Squire:
This eulogy a praise I do
No monody has made the sky so
blue
The beauty of your words so true
Nightingale, this day is young to
anew.
.
Nightingale:
This wont indeed I recieve
Like a moppet smilling so naive
And I tend to help my belief
Gentle man, Gentle man have a
relief.
.
The Squire:
where this to you impacted, O
Nightingale?
It appease my haunted soul and
make me hale
It strenghtens my limb - to this
path I trail
I hope we meet again, away I sail.
.
Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-nightingale-and-a-squire/
