Nightingales by Robert Bridges

Beautiful must be the mountains whence ye come, And bright in the fruitful valleys, the streams, wherefrom Ye learn your song: Where are those starry woods? O might I wander there, Among the flowers, which in that heavenly air Bloom the year long! Nay, barren are those mountains and spent the streams: Our song is …

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