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Complete, First published Feb 04, 2018
LAST night the nightingale waked me,
Last night when all was still;
It sang in the golden moonlight
From out the woodland hill.
I opened the window gently,
And all was dreamy dew-
And oh! the bird, my darling,
Was singing, singing of you!
- Christian Wither, Last NightAll Rights ReservedTable of contents
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