Bits Of Inspiration ~ Nightingale

Hello everyone. October is winding down and I will avoid the Halloween theme. Instead I have chosen Nightingale. First let me share a little about the bird of night.

Common nightingales are so named because they frequently sing at night as well as during the day. The name has been used for more than 1,000 years, being highly recognizable even in its Anglo-Saxon form – 'nightingale'. It means 'night songstress'. Early writers assumed the female sang when it is in fact the male. The song is loud, with an impressive range of whistles, trills and gurgles. Its song is particularly noticeable at night because few other birds are singing. This is why its name includes "night" in several languages. Only unpaired males sing regularly at night, and nocturnal song is likely to serve to attract a mate. Singing at dawn, during the hour before sunrise, is assumed to be important in defending the bird's territory. Nightingales sing even more loudly in urban or near-urban environments, in order to overcome the background noise. The most characteristic feature of the song is a loud whistling crescendo, absent from the song of thrush nightingale. It has a frog-like alarm call. Wikipedia

Here are a few poems about the nightingale. 

Sonnet To The Nightingale ~ John Milton

O NIGHTINGALE that on yon blooming spray 

Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still, 

While the jolly Hours lead on propitious May.       

The Nightingale’s Nest ~ John Clare

Up this green woodland-ride let’s softly rove,

And list the nightingale - she dwells just here.

Hush ! let the wood-gate softly clap, for fear

The noise might drive her from her home of love

Ode To ANightingale ~ John Keats

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains

My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,

Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains

One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:

'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,

But being too happy in thine happiness,—

That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees

In some melodious plot

Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,

Singest of summer in full-throated ease.

Percy Bysshe Shelley referred to poets as nightingales:

 “A poet is a nightingale who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.”

Even today you can see how the bird inspires music as Demi Lovato sings her Nightingale song.

Can you be my nightingale?
Sing to me
I know you're there
You could be my sanity
Bring me peace
Sing me to sleep
Say you'll be my nightingale

What is your nightingale song? Please write a new poem for the challenge; add it to Mr. Linky and  then visit your fellow poets to read what poetry the winged bird inspired them to write.