How many buds in this warm light
Have burst out laughing into leaves!
And shall a day like this be gone
Before I seek the wood that holds
The richest music known?
Too many times have nightingales
Wasted their passion on my sleep,
And brought repentance soon:
But this one night I'll seek the woods,
The nightingale, and moon.
Wasted Hours
William Henry Davies
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Poem topics: light, moon, music, night, passion, sleep, warm, Valentine's Day, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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