Grace Hazard Conkling

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

Grace Hazard Conkling Poems

1. After Sunset 1/4/2003
2. April In The Huasteca 4/22/2010
3. Cretonne Tropics 4/22/2010
4. Francis Ledwidge 1/4/2003
5. I Will Not Give Thee All My Heart 4/22/2010
6. On Arranging A Bowl Of Violets 3/15/2014
7. Rheims Cathedral -- 1914 4/22/2010
8. Tampico 1/4/2003
9. The Flower 4/19/2012
10. The Little Rose Is Dust, My Dear 4/22/2010
11. The Nightingale Of Flanders 4/22/2010
12. The Refugees 4/22/2010
13. To A New-Born Baby Girl 4/22/2010
14. To Hilda Of Her Roses 4/22/2010

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The Nightingale Of Flanders

'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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