From the brake the Nightingale Sings exulting to the Rose; Though he sees her waxing pale In her passionate repose, While she triumphs waxing frail, Fading even while she glows; Though he knows How it goes -- Knows of last year's Nightingale, Wise the well-beloved Rose! Love and life shall still prevail, Nor the silence at the close Break the magic of the tale In the telling, though it shows -- Who but knows How it goes! -- Life a last year's Nightingale, Love a last year's Rose. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEWEY AT MANILA [MAY 1, 1898] by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON AN OLD BATTLE-FIELD by FRANK LEBBY STANTON GOD EVERYWHERE by ABRAHAM IBN EZRA THE SISTERS by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS FRIEND by MARJORIE DUGDALE ASHE THE SPIRIT IS TRUE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE ADVICE TO MY YOUNG WIFE by MAXWELL BODENHEIM |