THE NIGHTINGALE
by: Gil Vicente (c. 1470
- c. 1536)
- HE rose looks out in the valley
- And thither will I go!
- To the rosy vale where the nightingale
- Sings his song of woe.
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- The virgin is on the river-side
- Culling the lemons pale;
- Thither,--yes! thither will I go
- To the rosy vale where the nightingale
- Sings his song of woe.
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- The fairest fruit her hand hath culled,
- 'Tis for her lover all,
- Thither,--yes! thither will I go
- To the rosy vale where the nightingale
- Sings his song of woe.
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- In her hat of straw, for her gentle swain,
- She has placed the lemons pale;
- Thither,--yes! thither will I go
- To the rosy vale where the nightingale
- Sings his song of woe.
--Translated by John Bowring
"The Nightingale" is reprinted
from Hispanic Anthology: Poems Translated from the Spanish
by English and North American Poets. Ed. Thomas Walsh. New
York: G.P. Putnam's Sons, 1920. |
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