Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous... Festival of Song: A Series of Evenings with the Poets - Page 69 by Frederick Saunders - 1866 - 376 pages Full view -
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