How Chill The Song
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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How chill the song
Of the nightingale to-day!
How eerie-taut and strange
Its usual melody!
The night! This night!
Ah! what changes has it wrought
In the sweet nightingale
That from our garden-tree
Sung so its harmony?
What grief has pierced its heart to-night?
Why in its song
The jarring notes of frost
The warm and winy notes replace?
Or has sweet Cupid hit our nightingale?
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