Nocturnal Secret



    Alone, aloud in the raptured ear of men
    We pour our dark nocturnal secret; and then,
                As night is withdrawn
From these sweet-springing meads and bursting boughs of May,
    Dream, while the innumerable choir of day
                Welcome the dawn.

-Robert Bridges (1844-1930),
Nightingales







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