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Hush!
With sudden gush
As from a fountain sings in yonder bush
The Hermit read more
Hush!
With sudden gush
As from a fountain sings in yonder bush
The Hermit Thrush.
Sing, sweet thrushes, forth and sing!
Meet the moon upon the lea;
Are the emeralds of the read more
Sing, sweet thrushes, forth and sing!
Meet the moon upon the lea;
Are the emeralds of the spring
On the angler's trysting-tree?
Tell, sweet thrushes, tell to me,
Are there buds on our willow-tree?
Buds and birds on our trysting tree?
In the gloamin' o' the wood
The throssil whusslit sweet.
In the gloamin' o' the wood
The throssil whusslit sweet.
When rosy plumelets tuft the larch,
And rarely pipes the mounted thrush.
When rosy plumelets tuft the larch,
And rarely pipes the mounted thrush.
Across the noisy street
I hear him careless throw
One warning utterance sweet;
Then read more
Across the noisy street
I hear him careless throw
One warning utterance sweet;
Then faint at first, and low,
The full notes closer grow;
Hard, what a torrent gush!
They pour, they overflow--
Sing on, sing on, O thrush!
I said to the brown, brown thrush:
"Hush, hush!
Through the wood's full strains I hear
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I said to the brown, brown thrush:
"Hush, hush!
Through the wood's full strains I hear
Thy monotone deep and clear,
Like a sound amid sounds most fine."
At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears,
Hangs a thrush that sings loud, it has sung for read more
At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears,
Hangs a thrush that sings loud, it has sung for three years.
And hark! how blithe the throstle sings!
He, too, is no mean preacher:
Come forth into the read more
And hark! how blithe the throstle sings!
He, too, is no mean preacher:
Come forth into the light of things,
Let Nature be your teacher.