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The cypress stood up like a church	A
That night we felt our love would hold	B
And saintly moonlight seemed to search	A
And wash the whole world clean as gold	B
The olives crystallized the vales'	C
Broad slopes until the hills grew strong	D
The fireflies and the nightingales	C
Throbbed each to either flame and song	D
The nightingales the nightingales	C
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Upon the angle of its shade	E
The cypress stood self balanced high	F
Half up half down as double made	E
Along the ground against the sky	F
And we too from such soul height went	G
Such leaps of blood so blindly driven	H
We scarce knew if our nature meant	G
Most passionate earth or intense heaven	H
The nightingales the nightingales	C
	-
We paled with love we shook with love	I
We kissed so close we could not vow	J
Till Giulio whispered 'Sweet above	I
God's Ever guarantees this Now '	-
And through his words the nightingales	C
Drove straight and full their long clear call	K
Like arrows through heroic mails	C
And love was awful in it all	K
The nightingales the nightingales	C
	-
O cold white moonlight of the north	L
Refresh these pulses quench this hell	M
O coverture of death drawn forth	L
Across this garden chamber well	M
But what have nightingales to do	N
In gloomy England called the free	O
Yes free to die in when we two	N
Are sundered singing still to me	O
And still they sing the nightingales	C
	-
I think I hear him how he cried	P
'My own soul's life' between their notes	C
Each man has but one soul supplied	P
And that's immortal Though his throat's	C
On fire with passion now to her	Q
He can't say what to me he said	R
And yet he moves her they aver	Q
The nightingales sing through my head	R
The nightingales the nightingales	C
	-
He says to her what moves her most	S
He would not name his soul within	T
Her hearing rather pays her cost	U
With praises to her lips and chin	T
Man has but one soul 'tis ordained	V
And each soul but one love I add	W
Yet souls are damned and love's profaned	W
These nightingales will sing me mad	W
The nightingales the nightingales	C
	-
I marvel how the birds can sing	X
There's little difference in their view	N
Betwixt our Tuscan trees that spring	X
As vital flames into the blue	N
And dull round blots of foliage meant	W
Like saturated sponges here	Y
To suck the fogs up As content	W
Is he too in this land 'tis clear	Z
And still they sing the nightingales	C
	-
My native Florence dear forgone	A2
I see across the Alpine ridge	B2
How the last feast day of Saint John	A2
Shot rockets from Carraia bridge	B2
The luminous city tall with fire	Q
Trod deep down in that river of ours	C
While many a boat with lamp and choir	Q
Skimmed birdlike over glittering towers	C
I will not hear these nightingales	C
	-
I seem to float we seem to float	W
Down Arno's stream in festive guise	C
A boat strikes flame into our boat	W
And up that lady seems to rise	C
As then she rose The shock had flashed	W
A vision on us What a head	W
What leaping eyeballs beauty dashed	W
To splendour by a sudden dread	W
And still they sing the nightingales	C
	-
Too bold to sin too weak to die	W
Such women are so As for me	O
I would we had drowned there he and I	W
That moment loving perfectly	O
He had not caught her with her loosed	W
Gold ringlets rarer in the south	C2
Nor heard the 'Grazie tanto' bruised	W
To sweetness by her English mouth	C2
And still they sing the nightingales	C
	-
She had not reached him at my heart	W
With her fine tongue as snakes indeed	W
Kill flies nor had I for my part	W
Yearned after in my desperate need	W
And followed him as he did her	Q
To coasts left bitter by the tide	W
Whose very nightingales elsewhere	D2
Delighting torture and deride	W
For still they sing the nightingales	C
	-
A worthless woman mere cold clay	E2
As all false things are but so fair	D2
She takes the breath of men away	E2
Who gaze upon her unaware	D2
I would not play her larcenous tricks	C
To have her looks She lied and stole	F2
And spat into my love's pure pyx	C
The rank saliva of her soul	F2
And still they sing the nightingales	C
	-
I would not for her white and pink	G2
Though such he likes her grace of limb	H2
Though such he has praised nor yet I think	G2
For life itself though spent with him	H2
Commit such sacrilege affront	W
God's nature which is love intrude	W
'Twixt two affianced souls and hunt	W
Like spiders in the altar's wood	W
I cannot bear these nightingales	C
	-
If she chose sin some gentler guise	C
She might have sinned in so it seems	C
She might have pricked out both my eyes	C
And I still seen him in my dreams	C
Or drugged me in my soup or wine	I2
Nor left me angry afterward	W
To die here with his hand in mine	I2
His breath upon me were not hard	W
Our Lady hush these nightingales	C
	-
But set a springe for him 'mio ben'	I2
My only good my first last love	I
Though Christ knows well what sin is when	I2
He sees some things done they must move	J2
Himself to wonder Let her pass	C
I think of her by night and day	E2
Must I too join her out alas	C
With Giulio in each word I say	E2
And evermore the nightingales	E2
	-
Giulio my Giulio sing they so	E2
And you be silent Do I speak	K2
And you not hear An arm you throw	E2
Round some one and I feel so weak	K2
Oh owl like birds They sing for spite	W
They sing for hate they sing for doom	L2
They'll sing through death who sing through night	W
They'll sing and stun me in the tomb	L2
The nightingales the nightingales	E2

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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