The Nightingale - Momus

A nightingale is twittering in the hearth if you have ears

If you disturb the peace then the police get very fierce

And in the creases of your blanket

There lurks a face, if you have eyes

The jailor shoots you on the chase

If you’re a jailbird flying from that place

(Good luck to him that tries)

The perfume of the East lives in a tree

And giant mountains reach to touch the sky

Like mother’s lips

A breeze will touch your hand

A dish will taste to you like children’s sand

The worries of this world are crushing you

And yet our earth is such a friendly star

Come tell me what your problems are?

You wish to be rich?

Well, isn’t that what you are?