Poems (Dorr)/Nocturne

For works with similar titles, see Nocturne.
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NOCTURNE
O bird beneath the midnight sky!As on my lonely couch I lie,I hear thee singing in the dark—   Why sing not I?
No star-gleams meet thy wakeful eye3No fond mate answers to thy cry;No other voice, through all the dark,   Makes sweet reply.
Yet never skylark soaring highWhere sun-lit clouds rejoicing lie,Sang as thou singest in the dark,   Not mute as I!
O lone, sweet spirit! tell me whySo far thy ringing love-notes fly,While other birds, hushed by the dark,   Are mute as I?
No prophecy of morn is nigh;Yet as the sombre hours glide by,Bravely thou singest in the dark—   Why sing not I?
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