Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 137

​

CXXXVII
The song of nightingalesWhen the moon failsAlong the lake and down the grassy shore—This is not yours to hear, who often hear,But it is mine, my dear,Who heard it once and hear it evermore.
This article is issued from Wikisource. The text is available under Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 unless otherwise noted. Additional terms may apply for the media files.