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 O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray
 Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still;
  Thou read more 
 O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray
 Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still;
  Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill
   While the jolly hours lead on propitious May. 
The angel of spring, the mellow-throated nightingale.
The angel of spring, the mellow-throated nightingale.
 The sunrise wakes the lark to sing,
 The moonrise wakes the nightingale.
  Come, darkness, moonrise, everything
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 The sunrise wakes the lark to sing,
 The moonrise wakes the nightingale.
  Come, darkness, moonrise, everything
   That is so silent, sweet, and pale:
    Come, so ye wake the nightingale. 
 Soft as Memnon's harp at morning,
 To the inward ear devout,
  Touched by light, with heavenly warning
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 Soft as Memnon's harp at morning,
 To the inward ear devout,
  Touched by light, with heavenly warning
   Your transporting chords ring out.
    Every leaf in every nook,
     Every wave in every brook,
      Chanting with a solemn voice
       Minds us of our better choice. 
 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. 
 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. 
 Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day
 First heard before the shallow cuckoo's bill,
  Portend read more 
 Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day
 First heard before the shallow cuckoo's bill,
  Portend success in love. 
 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. 
 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?