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¡¡¡¡The Nightjar

¡¡¡¡We loved our nightjar£¬ but she would not stay with us.

¡¡¡¡We had found her lying as dead£¬ but soft and warm£¬

¡¡¡¡Under the apple tree beside the old thatched wall.

¡¡¡¡Two days we kept her in a basket by the fire£¬

¡¡¡¡Fed her and thought she well might live £¿ till suddenly

¡¡¡¡I the very moment of most confiding hope

¡¡¡¡She arised herself all tense£¬ qivered and drooped and died.

¡¡¡¡Tears sprang into my eyes- why not£¿ The heart of man

¡¡¡¡Soon sets itself to love a living companion£¬

¡¡¡¡The more so if by chance it asks some care of him.

¡¡¡¡And this one had the kind of loveliness that goes

¡¡¡¡Far deeper than the optic nerve- full fathom five

¡¡¡¡To the soul’socean cave£¬ where Wonder and Reason

¡¡¡¡Tell their alternate dreams of how the world was made.

¡¡¡¡So wonderful she was-her wings the wings of night

¡¡¡¡But powdered here and therewith tiny golden clouds

¡¡¡¡And wave-line markings like sea-ripples on the sand.

¡¡¡¡O how I wish I might never forget that bird-

¡¡¡¡Never£¡

¡¡¡¡But even now£¬ like all beauty of earth£¬

¡¡¡¡She is fading from me into the dusk of Time.

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