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 Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades
 Past the near meadows, over the still stream,
  Up the hill-side; read more 
 Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades
 Past the near meadows, over the still stream,
  Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep
   In the next valley-glades:
    Was it a vision, or a waking dream?
     Fled is that music:--do I wake or sleep? 
 Hark! that's the nightingale,
 Telling the self-same tale
  Her song told when this ancient earth was young:
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 Hark! that's the nightingale,
 Telling the self-same tale
  Her song told when this ancient earth was young:
   So echoes answered when her song was sung
    In the first wooded vale. 
 Sweet bird that shunn'st the nose of folly,
 Most musical, most melancholy!
  Thee, chauntress, oft, the woods read more 
 Sweet bird that shunn'st the nose of folly,
 Most musical, most melancholy!
  Thee, chauntress, oft, the woods among,
   I woo, to hear thy even-song. 
 For as nightingales do upon glow-worms feed,
 So poets live upon the living light.  
 For as nightingales do upon glow-worms feed,
 So poets live upon the living light. 
 What bird so sings, yet does so wail?
 O, 'tis the ravish'd nightingale--
  Jug, jug, jug, jug--tereu, read more 
 What bird so sings, yet does so wail?
 O, 'tis the ravish'd nightingale--
  Jug, jug, jug, jug--tereu, she cries,
   And still her woes at midnight rise. 
 To the red rising moon, and loud and deep
 The nightingale is singing from the steep.  
 To the red rising moon, and loud and deep
 The nightingale is singing from the steep. 
The angel of spring, the mellow-throated nightingale.
The angel of spring, the mellow-throated nightingale.
To shoot at crows is powder flung away.
To shoot at crows is powder flung away.
 I said to the Nightingale:
 "Hail, all hail!
  Pierce with thy trill the dark,
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 I said to the Nightingale:
 "Hail, all hail!
  Pierce with thy trill the dark,
   Like a glittering music-spark,
    When the earth grows pale and dumb."