You Nightingales, that came so far,
  From Afric's shore;
With these rich notes, unloaded now
  Against my door;

Most true they are far richer freight
  Than ships can hold;
That come from there with ivory tusks,
  And pearls, and gold.

But you'll return more rich, sweet birds,
  By many notes,
When you take my Love's sweeter ones
  Back in your throats,

And Afric's coast will be enriched
  By how you sing!
What! you'll bring others back with you,
  To learn - next Spring.