Poems (Henley)/From the brake the Nightingale

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XLV To W. B.
From the brake the Nightingale Sings exulting to the Rose;Though he sees her waxing pale In her passionate repose,While she triumphs waxing frail, Fading even while she glows;   Though he knows   How it goes—Knows of last year's Nightingale Dead with last year's Rose.
Wise the enamoured Nightingale, Wise the well-beloved Rose!Love and life shall still prevail, Nor the silence at the closeBreak the magic of the tale In the telling, though it shows— ​   Who but knows   How it goes!—Life a last year's Nightingale, Love a last year's Rose.
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