a dream of nightingales – ned rorem текст песни

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the friday before your funeral i taught
keats to my soph0m*re class. little did they
care for the truth of beauty or the grace of truth
but his being “half in love with easeful death”
penetrated through the smugness of youth
and i thought of you drawing me to the rear
window one early spring to hear the rapture
a bird hidden among the flowering pear

you held your cat tight so that he could not scare
off such music as hadn’t been heard all winter
when you flew south to escape the arctic blast
and home again heard that darkwinged creature sing
tell me, did he then reveal himself at last
as you believed he’d be — pure and beckoning?

- ned rorem текст песни