Poem: "THE NIGHTINGALE." Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
Part 1.
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day
Distinghishes the West, no long thin slip
Of sullen light, no obscure trembling hues.
Come, we will rest on this old mossy bridge!!
You see the glimmer of the stream beneath.
But hear no murmuring: it flows silently.
O´er its soft bed of verdure. All is still,
A balmy night!! and though the stars be dim.
Yet let us think upon the vernal showers
That gladden the green Earth, and we shall find
A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.
And hark!! the Nightingale begins its song.
"Most musical, most melancholy" bird!!
A melancholy bird?? Oh!! idle thought!!
In Nature there is nothing melancholy.
But some night-wandering man whose heart was pierced
With the remembrance of a grievous wrong.
Or slow distemper, or neglected love.
(And so, poor wretch!! filled all things with himself.
And made all gentle sounds tell back the tale
Of his own sorrow) he, and such as he,
First named these notes a melancholy strain.
And many a poet echoes the conceit;
Poet who hath been building up the rhyme
When he had better far have stretched his limbs
Beside a brook in mossy forest-dell,
By sun or moon-light, to the influxes
Of shapes and sounds and shifting elements
Surrendering his whole spirit, of his song
And of his fame forgetful!! so his fame
Should share in Nature´s immortality,
A venerable thing!! and so his song
Should make all Nature lovelier, and itself
Be loved like Nature!! But ´twill not be so;
And youths and maidens most poetical,
Who lose the deepening twilights of the Spring
In ball-rooms and hot theatres, they still
Full of meek sympathy must heave their sighs
O´er Philomela´s pity-pleading strains.
Author: S. T. Coleridge.
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