O' Blessed NightingaleA Poem by wrightjusinoO’ Blessed Nightingale, fair light-feathered angel, turned in flight about the forest green. Where the small hours sweetly Shadowed the crystal streams and flowering hills And dawn will never answer. The days pale complexion has long grown dim, And it’s placid skies are overpowered By the empress moon.
That rich light brings numberless Shades of love and speech to the customary clouds, Where the wondrous climbs know of its bright settings. Pure gale will fan those noble wings of golden tender From on that cedar bough To soar above those wind driven trees That couch her nest . Where every high note heard is Where every summer eve breathes and flies.
O’ Blessed Nightingale, O’ Your mused song O’ the thunder that sweetly trembles, When she beat her majestic wings in flight. Composing that choral symphony that softly serenades, The tranquil night, with that melodious theme. Twilights sparkling fays turns the wheels of heavens Starry chariots, Where the earth angelic sky breathes easily the music.
The South West regions are struck by the midnight sun Where the cheerful meadows, glisten from in it’s bright columns. And the warming winds turn the golden leaves Where the falling dew sweetly moistens the laurel groves. In a stand of climbing rays that rain fair upon the open glades. A veil of triumphal lilies held about a dreamy field Are taken from her gleaming brow. Where heavens pathway has been lost and her high Celestial spirit flies by night above the tall And slender plains. Soaring freely about this lucent earth.
(c) Kevin Brian Wright 2008 all rights reserved.
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