Sonnet to the Nightingale
By John Milton
O nightingale that on yon blooming spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still, Thou with fresh hopes the Lovers heart dost fill, While the jolly Hours lead on propitious May. Thy liquid notes that close the eye of Day, First heard before the shallow cuckoos bill, Portend success in love. O if Joves will Have linked that amorous power to thy soft lay, Now timely sing, ere the rude bird of hate Foretell my hopeless doom, in some grove nigh; As thou from year to year hast sung too late For my relief, yet hadst no reason why. Whether the Muse or Love call thee his mate, Both them I serve, and of their train am I.
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