The Dying Soldier To The Nightingale.
I plead with tears to thee, Sweet warbler of the shade, Breathe not such strains to me, The sweetest ever made. Who bade thee slight my woes? Who taught to pierce my heart? Leave me to death's repose, Depart, sweet bird, depart. Still come, with every strain, Warm dreams of woeless days; Still beam, on life's past plain, Love's long lost golden rays, That gleam on forms gone by, On friends I called my own, Who calmly rest, while I, Wild wandering, weep alone. But if thou still must sing, Sing of my endless woes, Of Life, a poisoned spring, Of Love, a scattered rose; Wail-warble those who weep, Wild-warble but the brave; To the wearied, sing of sleep, And sing, to me, the grave.
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"I plead with tears to thee,..."
"The Dying Soldier To The Nightingale." is a quintessential example of A. H. Laidlaw's signature style... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...