 | Gathered in the gloaming |  |
Compensation.
The nightingales desert their haunts of old,Desert my garden, widowed of their song.
I preach contentment—blackcaps manifold
Flock in, at least, and warble all day long.
| Gathered in the gloaming | |
Desert my garden, widowed of their song.
I preach contentment—blackcaps manifold
Flock in, at least, and warble all day long.