From the brake the Nightingale Sings exulting to the Rose; Though he sees her waxing pale In her passionate repose, While she triumphs waxing frail, Fading even while she glows; Though he knows How it goes -- Knows of last year's Nightingale, Wise the well-beloved Rose! Love and life shall still prevail, Nor the silence at the close Break the magic of the tale In the telling, though it shows -- Who but knows How it goes! -- Life a last year's Nightingale, Love a last year's Rose. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RETRIBUTION by FRIEDRICH VON LOGAU ENVOI by JOHN GNEISENAU NEIHARDT LEE TO THE REAR [MAY 12, 1864] by JOHN REUBEN THOMPSON THE MORAL FABLES: THE SHEEP AND THE DOG by AESOP COME HOME by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. |