In Divers Tones

by Charles G.D. Roberts

Edited by Tracy Ware


 

TO A LADY,

AFTER HEARING HER READ KEATS' "Nightingale."


 

This supreme song of him who dreamed
   All beauty, and whose heart foreknew
The anguish of vain longing, seemed
   To breathe new mystery, breathed by you.

As if the rapture of the night,

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   Moon-tranced, and passion-still, were stirred
To some undreamed divine delight
   By sudden singing of a bird!