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THE FIRST NIGHTINGALE
Song
of the singing-bird
Over the sea,
Heard, and yet hardly heard,
While bush and tree
Sleep yet, and keep yet their new robes for thee.
Over the sea,
Heard, and yet hardly heard,
While bush and tree
Sleep yet, and keep yet their new robes for thee.
See, but the snow-thorn
Hath put on her snows,
The thorn-guarded sloe-thorn.
Oh, safely in those
Nest thee, and rest thee, and wait for the rose!
Hath put on her snows,
The thorn-guarded sloe-thorn.
Oh, safely in those
Nest thee, and rest thee, and wait for the rose!
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