While the poet laments the loss of human life he enjoys the song of the nightingale. He is mesmerized by the song and finds peace in it. He was taken aback by the beauty of her song. He predicts that while the world gets old and decay her song would remain youthful as ever. He wants to fly like a bird and keep listening to the melodious voice. He realizes that whatever he has been dreaming is not possible. He praises the melodious voice which will remain forever while mankind may come and go.