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To a Bird Singing After Midnight

Singer unseen,
(O sing in the fog that hides the chilly stars!)
Sing of the new-leafed orchards,
hushed this windless night,
and poppy fields asleep
beneath the foothills,
muffled in mist and quietness....
Sing of the peacefull roofs
and bees at peace above them....
O Sing!
for the wakeful hearts
of men remembering childhood
and loveliness forgotten....