Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
On a Nightingale in AprilFiona MacLeod (William Sharp) (18551905)
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Down secret ways of the flowing shade;
And the waveless stream has a murmuring whisper
Where the alders wade.
Only the moon is a dancing blade
That leads a host of the Crescent warriors
To a phantom raid.
A long strange cry that thrills thro’ the glade:—
The grey-green glooms of the elm are stirring,
Newly afraid.
Where once Theocritus sang and play’d—
Thy Thracian song is the old new wonder—
O moon-white maid!