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I was sleeping on a high hill, Nightingale, i heard you calling, My soul itself could hear it, In the very depths of sleep: Now sounding, now re-sounding, Now sorrowing, now laughing, Floating, from the distance, to my ear: While i lay there with Callisto, Songs, sighs, cries, and trilling, Thrilled me in the very depths of sleep. If, after death, i lie there In a sleep that’s dull, unending, And, ah, these songs no longer Travel to my ear: If i cannot hear the sound then Of that happiness or laughter, Of dancing, or of glory, or of joy Then it’s life on earth I’ll cling to, Kiss my darling one, and kiss her, As i listen to the distant nightingale.
Posted on: Fri, 16 Aug 2013 18:26:50 +0000

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