481. Nightingales by Robert Bridges
b'R Bridges read by Classic Poetry Aloud:\\nhttp://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/\\n\\nGiving voice to the poetry of the past.\\n\\n---------------------------------------\\n\\nNightingales\\nby Robert Bridges (1844 \\u2013 1930)\\n\\nBeautiful must be the mountains whence ye come,\\n And bright in the fruitful valleys the streams, wherefrom\\n Ye learn your song:\\nWhere are those starry woods? O might I wander there,\\n Among the flowers, which in that heavenly air\\n Bloom the year long!\\n\\n Nay, barren are those mountains and spent the streams:\\n Our song is the voice of desire, that haunts our dreams,\\n A throe of the heart,\\nWhose pining visions dim, forbidden hopes profound,\\n No dying cadence nor long sigh can sound,\\n For all our art.\\n\\n Alone, aloud in the raptured ear of men\\n We pour our dark nocturnal secret; and then,\\n As night is withdrawn\\nFrom these sweet-springing meads and bursting boughs of May,\\n Dream, while the innumerable choir of day\\n Welcome the dawn.\\n\\n\\nFirst aired: 4 April 2008\\n\\nFor hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index.\\n\\nReading \\xa9 Classic Poetry Aloud 2009'