Found this down at the General Store free book swap shelf.
"We had returned from abroad, and had rented half a country house near Newbury. The baby, developing an unidentified virus within two months of her birth, had been taken from us to Newbury hospital, and we knew she was very near death. Elizabeth and I lay sleepless in our room overlooking the garden, too hot and too unhappy even to close our eyes. A great moon shone through the windows, and toward midnight a nightingale began to sing in the tree just outside. I had never heard an English nightingale before, and it was like hearing for the first time a voice from the empyrean. All night long it trilled and soared in the moonlight, infinitely sad infinitely beautiful, and filling ever corner of our room with its resonance. We lay there through it all, each knowing what the other wasthinking, the tears running silently down our cheeks, and the bird sang on, party elegy, part comfort, part farewell, until the moon failed and we fell hand in hand into sleep.
In the morning the child had passed."