Farina, The Water-Lady

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​​​‌​⁠‘Bird of lovers! Voice of the passion of love! Sweet, deep, disaster-toning nightingale!’ sings the old minnesinger; ‘who that has not loved, hearing thee is touched with the wand of love’s mysteries, and yearneth to he knoweth not whom, humbled by overfulness of heart; but who, listening, already loveth, heareth the language he would speak, yet faileth in; feeleth the great tongueless sea of his