From The Brake The Nightingale Sings Exulting To The Rose; Though He Sees Her Waxing Pale In Her Passionate Repose, While She Triumphs Waxing Frail, Fading Even While She Glows; Though He Knows How It Goes - Knows Of Last Year'S Nightingale Dead With Last Year'S Rose. Wise The Enamoured Nightingale, Wise The Well-Beloved Rose! Love And Life Shall Still Prevail, Nor The Silence At The Close Break The Magic Of The Tale In The Telling, Though It Shows - Who But Knows How It Goes! - Life A Last Year'S Nightingale, Love A Last Year'S Rose.