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And now I
O NIGHTINGALE! thou surely art
I heard a Stock-dove sing or say
and cooed ;
in sun and shower,
Myself will to my darling be
She shall be sportive as the Fawn
The floating Clouds their state shall lend
The Stars of midnight shall be dear
into her face.
And vital feelings of delight
Thus Nature spake - The work was done-
of what has been, And never more will be.