Sonnets written chiefly during a tour through Holland, Germany, Italy, Turkey, and Hungary. By Lady Emmeline Stuart Wortley |
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THE NIGHTINGALES AT HET LOO.
Night-blowing flowers of music fill the airWith throbbing ecstacy of tenderness!—
The nightingales their passionate souls address
To some deep unknown Power, with homage rare.
When morning comes, and smiling seems to bear
The golden Urn of Light, our Earth to bless,
Shall not her steps awake with soft caress
Those heavenly sounds again, uptreasured there?
The nightingales all the air do surely sow
With spirits of all music and all love!
And breathe a Soul of Harmony below!—
So do they wed this world to worlds above!—
The very ground instinct doth seem to grow
With melody—with such the glad spheres move!
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