Grace Hazard Conkling

(7 February 1878 - 15 November 1958 / New York City, New York)

The Nightingale Of Flanders - Poem by Grace Hazard Conkling

'Le rossignol n'est pas mobilise.'
--A French Soldier


THE nightingales of Flanders,
They had not gone to war;
A soldier heard them singing
Where they had sung before.

The earth was torn and quaking,
The sky about to fall;
The nightingales of Flanders,
They minded not at all.

At intervals we heard them
Between the guns, he said,
Making a thrilling music
Above the listening dead.

Of woodland and of orchard
And roadside tree bereft,
The nightingales of Flanders
Were singing 'France is left!'


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 22, 2010



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