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A Conversation Poem April	A
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No cloud no relique of the sunken day	B
Distinguishes the West no long thin slip	C
Of sullen light no obscure trembling hues	D
Come we will rest on this old mossy bridge	E
You see the glimmer of the stream beneath	F
But hear no murmuring it flows silently	G
O'er its soft bed of verdure All is still	H
A balmy night and though the stars be dim	I
Yet let us think upon the vernal showers	J
That gladden the green earth and we shall find	K
A pleasure in the dimness of the stars	L
And hark the Nightingale begins its song	M
'Most musical most melancholy' bird	N
A melancholy bird Oh idle thought	O
In Nature there is nothing melancholy	G
But some night wandering man whose heart was pierced	P
With the remembrance of a grievous wrong	M
Or slow distemper or neglected love	Q
And so poor wretch filled all things with himself	R
And made all gentle sounds tell back the tale	S
Of his own sorrow he and such as he	G
First named these notes a melancholy strain	T
And many a poet echoes the conceit	U
Poet who hath been building up the rhyme	V
When he had better far have stretched his limbs	W
Beside a brook in mossy forest dell	X
By sun or moon light to the influxes	W
Of shapes and sounds and shifting elements	W
Surrendering his whole spirit of his song	M
And of his fame forgetful so his fame	Y
Should share in Nature's immortality	G
A venerable thing and so his song	M
Should make all Nature lovelier and itself	R
Be loved like Nature But 'twill not be so	W
And youths and maidens most poetical	X
Who lose the deepening twilights of the spring	Z
In ball rooms and hot theatres they still	X
Full of meek sympathy must heave their sighs	W
O'er Philomela's pity pleading strains	W
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My Friend and thou our Sister we have learnt	A2
A different lore we may not thus profane	T
Nature's sweet voices always full of love	Q
And joyance 'Tis the merry Nightingale	X
That crowds and hurries and precipitates	W
With fast thick warble his delicious notes	W
As he were fearful that an April night	B2
Would be too short for him to utter forth	C2
His love chant and disburthen his full soul	X
Of all its music	D2
And I know a grove	E2
Of large extent hard by a castle huge	F2
Which the great lord inhabits not and so	W
This grove is wild with tangling underwood	G2
And the trim walks are broken up and grass	W
Thin grass and king cups grow within the paths	W
But never elsewhere in one place I knew	H2
So many nightingales and far and near	I2
In wood and thicket over the wide grove	E2
They answer and provoke each other's song	M
With skirmish and capricious passagings	W
And murmurs musical and swift jug jug	J2
And one low piping sound more sweet than all	X
Stirring the air with such a harmony	G
That should you close your eyes you might almost	K2
Forget it was not day On moonlight bushes	W
Whose dewy leaflets are but half disclosed	L2
You may perchance behold them on the twigs	W
Their bright bright eyes their eyes both bright and full	X
Glistening while many a glow worm in the shade	M2
Lights up her love torch	N2
A most gentle Maid	M2
Who dwelleth in her hospitable home	O2
Hard by the castle and at latest eve	P2
Even like a Lady vowed and dedicate	Q2
To something more than Nature in the grove	E2
Glides through the pathways she knows all their notes	W
That gentle Maid and oft a moment's space	W
What time the moon was lost behind a cloud	R2
Hath heard a pause of silence till the moon	S2
Emerging a hath awakened earth and sky	T2
With one sensation and those wakeful birds	W
Have all burst forth in choral minstrelsy	W
As if some sudden gale had swept at once	W
A hundred airy harps And she hath watched	U2
Many a nightingale perch giddily	X
On blossomy twig still swinging from the breeze	W
And to that motion tune his wanton song	M
Like tipsy Joy that reels with tossing head	V2
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Farewell O Warbler till tomorrow eve	P2
And you my friends farewell a short farewell	X
We have been loitering long and pleasantly	X
And now for our dear homes That strain again	W2
Full fain it would delay me My dear babe	X2
Who capable of no articulate sound	Y2
Mars all things with his imitative lisp	Z2
How he would place his hand beside his ear	A3
His little hand the small forefinger up	B3
And bid us listen And I deem it wise	W
To make him Nature's play mate He knows well	X
The evening star and once when he awoke	C3
In most distressful mood some inward pain	T
Had made up that strange thing an infant's dream	D3
I hurried with him to our orchard plot	E3
And he beheld the moon and hushed at once	W
Suspends his sobs and laughs most silently	X
While his fair eyes that swam with undropped tears	W
Did glitter in the yellow moon beam Well	X
It is a father's tale But if that Heaven	F3
Should give me life his childhood shall grow up	B3
Familiar with these songs that with the night	B2
He may associate joy Once more farewell	X
Sweet Nightingale once more my friends farewell	X

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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