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What ecstasies thy notes awake,
From darkened fen and swaying brake!
While fireflies whirl, and nightbirds feed,
Thy notes waft o'er the darkened mead.
From darkened fen and swaying brake!
While fireflies whirl, and nightbirds feed,
Thy notes waft o'er the darkened mead.
The owl is heard from hill afar,
While sinks to rest the evening star.
The full moon lights the eastern sky;
Thy song becomes a lullaby.
While sinks to rest the evening star.
The full moon lights the eastern sky;
Thy song becomes a lullaby.
I hear the plaintive whippoorwill,
Her sleeping birdlings lulled and still.
The woods are filled with warbling throats;
The wooddove adds its mournful notes.
Her sleeping birdlings lulled and still.
The woods are filled with warbling throats;
The wooddove adds its mournful notes.
New leafy trees from slumber wake,
To join the chorus woodbirds make;
Whilst up from dell flows fragrance sweet,
With song and flowers, a blest retreat.
To join the chorus woodbirds make;
Whilst up from dell flows fragrance sweet,
With song and flowers, a blest retreat.
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