Yes, nightingale and cuckoo! it was meet That you should come together; for ye twain Are emblems of the rapture and the pain That in the April of our life compete, Until we know not which is the more sweet, Nor yet have learned that both of them are vain! Yet wherefore, nightingale! break off thy strain, While yet the cuckoo doth his call repeat? Not so with me. To sweet woe did I cling Long after echoing happiness was dead, And so found solace. Now, alas! the sting! Cuckoo and nightingale alike have fled; Neither for joy nor sorrow do I sing, And autumn silence gathers in their stead.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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