Hymns and Poems Original and Translated: By Edward Caswall ... Second Edition |
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III. ON HEARING THE NIGHTINGALE SING IN THE DAY-TIME.
Sweet bird, enchantress of the earth!
Born in the world's young prime,
The only bird of Eden birth
Left to this latter time!
Born in the world's young prime,
The only bird of Eden birth
Left to this latter time!
Why on the sunny laughing day
Thy golden voice expend?
To lonely night belongs thy lay;
Save thee she has no friend.
Thy golden voice expend?
To lonely night belongs thy lay;
Save thee she has no friend.
The day, it has a thousand songs,
Of leaflet, bird, and bee;
The merry bell to the day belongs;
The night—it has but thee!
Of leaflet, bird, and bee;
The merry bell to the day belongs;
The night—it has but thee!
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Then for sad solitary night
Reserve thy liquid lay;
And she to thee for this delight,
Full many thanks will pay;
Reserve thy liquid lay;
And she to thee for this delight,
Full many thanks will pay;
Listening all still, o'er vale and hill,
While from some copsewood tree,
Thou with charm'd trill the air dost fill,
Blending all things in thee!
While from some copsewood tree,
Thou with charm'd trill the air dost fill,
Blending all things in thee!
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