THE wakeful nightingale, that takes no rest, While Cupid warms his little breast; All night how sweetly he complains, And makes us fear that love has pains: No, no, no, no, 'tis no such thing, For love that makes him wakeful, makes him sing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOKEN AT A CASTLE GATE by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON FISH-LEAP FALL by ROBERT FROST ON THE INFLATION OF THE CURRENCY, 1919 by ROBERT FROST PUSSY-WILLOW TIME by ROBERT FROST CRITIC AND POET by EMMA LAZARUS STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 2. ILLINOIS by CLARENCE MAJOR BETRAND AND GOURGAUD TALK OVER OLD TIMES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |