 | Gathered in the gloaming |  |
Philomel.
Once, his sweet strain the Eden noontides filled,Now, under midnight skies his notes are trilled.
Poor bird! perchance he takes each twinkling star
For light of Eden lattice, left ajar.
| Gathered in the gloaming | |
Now, under midnight skies his notes are trilled.
Poor bird! perchance he takes each twinkling star
For light of Eden lattice, left ajar.