In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease. - John Keats
As the deep darkness starts to spread over the verdant vale,
The nightingale ruffles its female feathers, attracting the male.
Preparing her stupendous serenade that enchants all divine.
Two lovers pause their kisses to listen to the bird’s haunting line.
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Singing songs of days of yore
Sailors, rovers, boats and hills
Listen O moonish Le Mar
In the dusky eve in meadows
Bells of temps and beechen shadows
Singing songs of Days of yore
Life is final, death is final
God hath said to angel's panal
Listen O Moonish Le Mar
House on top of hill is vacant
Gazing at the world and waiting
Singing songs of days of yore
Petals withering, candles melting
Moths and men in love are dying
Listen O Moonish Le Mar
Riding by the woods on pacer
On Her Timbral Maiden Nature
Singing songs of Days of yore
Listen O Moonish Le Mar
O soul of Earth, on woodland flute
Sing song of lakes of Eden Green
O sing in boats in far off sea
O sing with cuckoos in the green
O sing with heart with lark and wren
Of woodland rides in beechen green
In lang of flute and harp and wind
These songs of soul talk more than words
It lingers when all voices die
It lingers when we see no birds
It travels on the wings unseen
From forlorn times to present days
It singth in moonlit nights on shores
With starry lamps and thousand fays
O candles lit my temples all
My gloomy gloomy darkish ways
In beechen green I can not see
The starry blooms, The heaven's fays
O Thou votary of the lakes
Votary of the clouds that float
They row with robins in thy wake
The autumn leafy reddish boat
Inside your pain
I did not see your hurt
The time has come for you to fly free
Life has dealt you a losing hand
In death you are four of a kind
My heart hurts
My eyes blind
Reality has not set in
You are never going to be there again
Oh the words i wish i could have spoke
The time well wasted
Your soul a beechen of light
Your kindness uncanny
You were the inspiration of your generation
This world has lost so much
But heaven as gained an angel like no other
I will miss all you gave and cherish all i have gained
Rest well my brother and keep watching over us
Someday we shall see you again and what a glorious day it will be.
Oh howling moaning whispering wind
What does thou do in moonless night
While stars are blinking in sadness
And nothing else is there in sight
Thou stir branches of willow tree
That stood in heart of meadow right
Whom lost thou in this waning moon
For whom thou roam in hamlet's lane
Why knock thou doors in horrid night
Why waste thou thy time all in vain
Oh wind thou go in far off vale
Where beechen trees are evergreen
Where leaves float in air like ships
Where eyes are dipped in heavens scene
Go thou to land of mirth and Glee
Oh go and kiss the setting sun
While sky and earth are dipped in dew
In meadow children play and run
Thou filled with hues of life and death
Thou in thy family only one
Thy lineage, all thy family tree
Hath no one which is there like thou
Thou art the friend of moonless night
Thou art the charm of moonless glow
All lonesome hearts who smile with thee
For them thou art a friend unique
Oh come in thy own ancient garb
In Davids court thee widows seek
Oh harp of ancient far off woods
Oh flute of lonesome grove of trees
Go heal the wounds of burning hearts
Thou soothing lass thou darkling breeze
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