The poet went out weeping---the nightingale ceased chanting;
The poet went out weeping,---and died abroad, bereft there---
And, when I last 九九藏书网came by the place, I swear the music left there
Was only of the poets song, and not the nightingales.
While we are thinking earth九_九_藏_书_网ly things, thou singest of divine.
Poet And The Bird, The
Theres a little fair brown nightingale, who, sitting in th九九藏书网e gateways
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I cannot sing my earthly things, the heavenly poet wanting,
The bird flew to his grave９９ｌｉb•neｔ and died, amid a thousand wails:---
Said a people to a poet---" Go out from among us straightway!
"Now, wherefore, O thou nightingale, is all thy sweetness done?"
Makes fitter music to our ears than any song of thine!"
Whose highest harmony includes the lowest under sun."