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Hark
ah, the nightingale—The tawny-throated
Hark, from that moonlit cedar what a burst
What triumph

The Nightingale, as soon as April bringeth Unto her rested sense a perfect waking,
While late-bare Earth, proud of new clothing, springeth, Sings out her woes, a thorn her song-book making; And mournfully bewailing, Her throat in tunes expres...