Louis Untermeyer, ed. (1885–1977). Modern British Poetry. 1920.
Harold Monro18791932The Nightingale Near the House
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It listens, listens. Taller trees beyond
Listen. The moon at the unruffled pond
Stares. And you sing, you sing.
From lawn to lawn down terraces of sound,
Darts in white arrows on the shadowed ground;
And all the night you sing.
As all night long I listen, and my brain
Receives your song; then loses it again
In moonlight on the lawn.
Then like a mist on fields of paradise,
Now is a raging fire, then is like ice,
Then breaks, and it is dawn.