A Thrush Before Dawn
Alice Meynell
1847 to 1922
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A phrase of notes resembling stars,
The exaltation of their pain;
Illyrian! For it speaks, it tells,
And gardens, gardens, night and day,
And first first-loves, a multitude,
Dearer than Italy, untold
Gardens and childhood all the way.
An ancient infelicity.
Without desire, without dismay,
Ancestral childhood long renewed;
What Middle Ages passionate,
All-natural things! But more—Whence came
A graver still divinity?
And midnights of invisible rain;
What call they at my window-bars?
The South, the past, the day to be,
This hope, this sanctity of fear?
This wonderful one, alone, at peace?
Sweeter than youth, clearer than Greece,
This yet remoter mystery?
Single and spiritual notes of light.
Some morrow and some yesterday.
What wilder things than song, what things
A voice peals in this end of night
How do these starry notes proclaim
O passionless voice! What distant bells
O innocent throat! O human ear!
Delight, and freshness centuries old?
Lodged in the hills, what palace state
Darkling, deliberate, what sings