O Nightingale, my heart
O Nightingale, my heart,
How sad thou art !
How heavy is thy wing,
Desperately whirred that thy throat may fling
Song to the tingling silences remote !
Thine eye, whose ruddy spark
Burned fiery of late,
How dead and dark !
Why so soon didst thou sing,
And with such turbulence of love and hate ?
Learn that there is no singing yet can bring
The expected dawn more near ;
And thou art spent already, though the night
Scarce has begun;
What voice, what eyes, wilt thou have for the light
When that light shall appear,
And O what wings to bear thee t'ward the sun ?
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