Nightingale (The Fleeing Night)

The lonely nightingale

In his despair


The fleeing night

And anthems me

Most mournfully

As if he knows

My very heart

I, for whom

This lovely morn


In nature’s grace


As I stand here


As always

In your wake

© Ann Bagnall

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