THE sunrise wakes the lark to sing, The moonrise wakes the nightingale. Come darkness, moonrise, everything That is so silent, sweet, and pale, Come, so ye wake the nightingale. Make haste to mount, thou wistful moon, Make haste to wake the nightingale: Let silence set the world in tune To hearken to that wordless tale Which warbles from the nightingale. O herald skylark, stay thy flight One moment, for a nightingale Floods us with sorrow and delight. To-morrow thou shalt hoist the sail; Leave us to-night the nightingale. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE TO THE CHURCH by TIMOTHY DWIGHT SONGS ON THE VOICES OF BIRDS; SEA-MEWS IN WINTER TIME by JEAN INGELOW EPODE: 2. THE PRAISES OF A COUNTRY LIFE by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS THE MAIMED DEBAUCHEE by JOHN WILMOT THE DANGER OF DISCONTENT by E.-G. BAYFIELD THE SECRET OF THE BEES by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE IDLERS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ON THE NATURALIZATION BILL (3) by JOHN BYROM THE MAID OF THE MOOR, OR THE WATER-FIENDS, SELECTION by GEORGE COLMAN THE YOUNGER |