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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=478349" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Woodman And The Nightingale</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A woodman whose rough heart was out of tune<br>(I think such hearts yet never came to good)<br>Hated to hear, under the stars or moon,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One nightingale in an interfluous wood<br>Satiate the hungry dark with melody;--<br>And as a vale is watered by a flood,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or as the moonlight fills the open sky<br>Struggling with darkness—as a tuberose<br>Peoples some Indian dell with scents which lie</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like clouds above the flower from which they rose, <br>The singing of that happy nightingale<br>In this sweet forest, from the golden close</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of evening till the star of dawn may fail,<br>Was interfused upon the silentness;<br>The folded roses and the violets pale </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Heard her within their slumbers, the abyss<br>Of heaven with all its planets; the dull ear<br>Of the night-cradled earth; the loneliness</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of the circumfluous waters,—every sphere<br>And every flower and beam and cloud and wave, <br>And every wind of the mute atmosphere,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And every beast stretched in its rugged cave,<br>And every bird lulled on its mossy bough,<br>And every silver moth fresh from the grave</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Which is its cradle—ever from below<br>Aspiring like one who loves too fair, too far,<br>To be consumed within the purest glow</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of one serene and unapproached star,<br>As if it were a lamp of earthly light,<br>Unconscious, as some human lovers are,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Itself how low, how high beyond all height<br>The heaven where it would perish!—and every form<br>That worshipped in the temple of the night</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was awed into delight, and by the charm<br>Girt as with an interminable zone, <br>Whilst that sweet bird, whose music was a storm</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of sound, shook forth the dull oblivion<br>Out of their dreams; harmony became love<br>In every soul but one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so this man returned with axe and saw<br>At evening close from killing the tall treen,<br>The soul of whom by Nature’s gentle law</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was each a wood-nymph, and kept ever green<br>The pavement and the roof of the wild copse,<br>Chequering the sunlight of the blue serene</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With jagged leaves,—and from the forest tops<br>Singing the winds to sleep—or weeping oft<br>Fast showers of aereal water-drops</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Into their mother’s bosom, sweet and soft,<br>Nature’s pure tears which have no bitterness;--<br>Around the cradles of the birds aloft</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They spread themselves into the loveliness<br>Of fan-like leaves, and over pallid flowers<br>Hang like moist clouds:—or, where high branches kiss,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Make a green space among the silent bowers,<br>Like a vast fane in a metropolis,<br>Surrounded by the columns and the towers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All overwrought with branch-like traceries<br>In which there is religion—and the mute<br>Persuasion of unkindled melodies,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Odours and gleams and murmurs, which the lute<br>Of the blind pilot-spirit of the blast<br>Stirs as it sails, now grave and now acute,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wakening the leaves and waves, ere it has passed<br>To such brief unison as on the brain <br>One tone, which never can recur, has cast,<br>One accent never to return again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The world is full of Woodmen who expel<br>Love’s gentle Dryads from the haunts of life,<br>And vex the nightingales in every dell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Percy+Bysshe+Shelley">Percy Bysshe Shelley</a><div class=q>
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(I think such hearts yet never came to good)
Hated to hear, under the stars or moon,

One nightingale in an interfluous wood
Satiate the hungry dark with melody;--
And as a vale is watered by a flood,

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