The Sick Man And The Nightingale Poem by Amy Levy
The Sick Man And The Nightingale
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(From Lenau.)
So late, and yet a nightingale?
Long since have dropp'd the blossoms pale,
The summer fields are ripening,
And yet a sound of spring?
O tell me, didst thou come to hear,
Sweet Spring, that I should die this year;
And call'st across from the far shore
To me one greeting more?
Friday, January 3, 2003
Topic(s) of this poem: spring
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