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A SONG ABOUT SINGING by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH

First Line: O NIGHTINGALE, THE POET'S BIRD
Last Line: THY WOUNDED, BLEEDING BREAST!
Subject(s): SINGING & SINGERS; SONGS;
O NIGHTINGALE, the poet's bird,
A kinsman dear thou art,
Who never sings so well as when
The rose-thorns bruise his heart.

But since thy agony can make
A listening world so blest,
Be sure it cares but little for
Thy wounded, bleeding breast!



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