<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=369394" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Father's Tale</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I had a recent re-encounter with 'The Nightingale'.<br>Coleridge considered calling it 'A Father's Tale'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was one of those still, dark, quiet, balmy nights.<br>Three thoughtful friends sat on a mossy bridge near Nether Stowy, <br>Somerset.<br>A nightingale began to sing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sam thought of melancholy, <br>Of sorrow not suited to this song, <br>Of poets diluted by books and balls, <br>Of Nature's eternality, <br>Of how a poem should add to all of Nature's loveliness, <br>And be loved, like Nature itself is loved.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He crafted such a poem.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With delicious notes<br>He describes wild grove<br>And delicious music of birds.<br>He fancies nightly votive tribute by a lady<br>(Actually living hard by as gentle maid) .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Out of this perfection<br>Arose a promising insight: <br>'I'll expose my son to birdsong, <br>Make him a lover of the night.<br>He should not then<br>Have dreams like dad's<br>That wake him up in fright.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Coleridge had horrible nightmares from which he had to be woken and<br>comforted.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Douglas+Scotney">Douglas Scotney</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=369394" data-title="A Father's Tale de Douglas Scotney" data-description="I had a recent re-encounter with 'The Nightingale'. Coleridge considered calling it 'A Father's Tale'. It was one of those still, dark, quiet, balmy nights. Three thoughtful friends sat on a mossy bridge near Nether Stowy, Somerset. A nightingal..."></div> </div> </div>

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