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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....