I cannot sing my earthly things, the heavenly poet wanting,
The Poet And The Bird
Elizabeth Barrett Browning99lib.net
Makes fitter music to our ears than any song of thine!
Said a people to a poet--- Go out from among us straightwa99lib.nety!
Was only of the poets song, and not the nightingales.
Whose highest harmony includes the lowest under sun.
The bird flew to hi九_九_藏_书_网s grave and died, amid a thousand wails:---
Now, wherefore, O thou nightingale, is all thy sweetness done?
Theres a little fair brown nightingale, who, sitting in the gateways
And, when I last came by the place, I swear the music left there
While we are thinking earthly thing藏书网s, thou singest of divine.
The poet went out weeping,---and died abroad, bereft there---
The poet went out weeping---the nightingale ceased chanting;