Virginalia ; or, songs of my summer nights A Gift of Love for the Beautiful |
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THE NIGTINGALE OF HEAVEN. |
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THE NIGTINGALE OF HEAVEN.
Sweet Nightingale of Heaven! thou art the BirdThat in the groves of Nature poured her song,
Till the deep fountains of my soul were stirred,
As never stirred before by mortal tongue!
And like the billows of the azure lake,
Circling the beauty of the milky swan—
Curled by her bosom on the shore to break
In liquid kisses as she circles on;
So, from thy bosom waves the liquid song
Which spreads triumphantly my spirit o'er—
Bringing me healing, as it floats along,
Like blessings from Eternity's bright shore.
1837.
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