Page:Poems, Volume 2, Coates, 1916.djvu/108

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NOCTURNE

The nightingale! Ah, listen now!
What passion—death itself defying!
Peace! Stars above us vigil keep,
While breathes for thee each mystic flower
A-bloom to-night in Dreamland bower:
Sleep!