NIGHTINGALE ARE YOU REALLY THERE?

Would the nightingale's song
Sound so lovely so forlorn,
Would it be sung at all?
Were we not there to hear,
To feel the longing
Mirrored wondrous woeful
In its singing:
A question we are bound to beg
Glad of luck to be so lonely
Solitary to hear it
Illuminate our darkness
With exquisite despair