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