Here you will find the Poem The Sick Man and the Nightingale of poet Amy Levy
(From Lenau.) So late, and yet a nightingale? Long since have dropp'd the blossoms pale, The summer fields are ripening, And yet a sound of spring? O tell me, didst thou come to hear, Sweet Spring, that I should die this year; And call'st across from the far shore To me one greeting more?