The Sick Man and the Nightingale
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?
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?
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