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Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.

VI. Animate Nature

To the Nightingale

John Milton (1608–1674)

O NIGHTINGALE, that on yon bloomy spray

Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still,

Thou with fresh hopes the lover’s heart dost fill,

While the jolly hours lead on propitious May.

Thy liquid notes, that close the eye of day,

First heard before the shallow cuckoo’s bill,

Portend success in love. Oh, if Jove’s will

Have linked that amorous power to thy soft lay,

Now timely sing, ere the rude bird of hate

Foretell my hopeless doom in some grove nigh;

As thou from year to year hast sung too late

For my relief, yet hadst no reason why.

Whether the Muse or Love call thee his mate,

Both them I serve, and of their train am I.