Ailes d'Alouette F. W. Bourdillon |
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WITHIN THE GENTLE HEART LOVE SHELTERS HIM, AS BIRDS WITHIN THE GREEN SHADE OF THE GROVE.
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WITHIN THE GENTLE HEART LOVE SHELTERS HIM, AS BIRDS WITHIN THE GREEN SHADE OF THE GROVE.
LOVE in the heart is as a nightingale
That sings in a green wood;
And none can pass unheeding there, nor fail
Of impulses of good.
That sings in a green wood;
And none can pass unheeding there, nor fail
Of impulses of good.
Though cruel brief be Love's bright hour of song,
Yet let him sing his fill!
For other hearts the echoes shall prolong
When Love's own voice is still.
Yet let him sing his fill!
For other hearts the echoes shall prolong
When Love's own voice is still.
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