Song
"The Nightingale was not yet heard, For the Rose was not yet blown."1 His heart was quiet as a bird Asleep in the night alone, And never were its pulses stirred To breathe or joy or moan: The Nightingale was not yet heard For the Rose was not yet blown. Then She bloomed forth before his sight In passion and in power, And filled the very day with light, So glorious was her dower; And made the whole vast moonlit night As fragrant as a bower: The young, the beautiful, the bright, The splendid peerless Flower. Whereon his heart was like a bird When Summer mounts his throne, And all its pulses thrilled and stirred To songs of joy and moan, To every most impassioned word And most impassioned tone; The Nightingale at length was heard For the Rose at length was blown.
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""The Nightingale was not yet heard,..."
This evocative piece by James Thomson - (Bysshe Vanolis), titled "Song", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...