Avowal To The Nightingale

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Title:     Avowal To The Nightingale
Author: Cale Young Rice [More Titles by Rice]

Tho' thou hast ne'er unpent thy pain's delight
Upon these airs, bird of the poet's love,
Yet must I sing thy singing! For the Night
Has poured her jewels o'er the lap of heaven
As they who hear thee say thou dost above
The wood such ecstasies as were not given
By nestling breasts of Venus to the dove.

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Oft have I watched the moon with her fair gold
Still clung to by the tattered mists of day
Arise and look for thee. Then hope grew bold.
And almost I could see how the near laurels
Would tremble with thy trembling: but the sway
Of bards who wreathed thee with unfading chorals
Has held my longing lips from this poor lay.

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But take it now. And if the lark--who is
Too high for earth--may vie for praise with thee
In aery rhapsody, yet it is his
To sing of day and joy, while thou of sorrow
And night o'erhovering singest. So thou'lt be
More dear than he--till hearts shall cease to borrow
From grief the healing for life's mystery.

[The end]
Cale Young Rice's poem: Avowal To The Nightingale

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