| Louis Untermeyer, ed. (18851977). Modern British Poetry. 1920. |
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| Harold Monro. 1879 |
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| 112. The Nightingale Near the House |
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| HERE is the soundless cypress on the lawn: | |
| It listens, listens. Taller trees beyond | |
| Listen. The moon at the unruffled pond | |
| Stares. And you sing, you sing. | |
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| That star-enchanted song falls through the air | 5 |
| From lawn to lawn down terraces of sound, | |
| Darts in white arrows on the shadowed ground; | |
| And all the night you sing. | |
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| My dreams are flowers to which you are a bee | |
| As all night long I listen, and my brain | 10 |
| Receives your song; then loses it again | |
| In moonlight on the lawn. | |
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| Now is your voice a marble high and white, | |
| Then like a mist on fields of paradise, | |
| Now is a raging fire, then is like ice, | 15 |
| Then breaks, and it is dawn. | |
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