CHESTNUT IN APRIL
O chestnut, light your million lamps
In fairy camps, in dew and damps,
And draws the moths at eve to play
Around their glimmering ray.
In fairy camps, in dew and damps,
And draws the moths at eve to play
Around their glimmering ray.
O chestnut, light your lamps all pale,
The nights are for the nightingale.
Amid your lamps Love's bower is made:
Love's litanies are prayed.
The nights are for the nightingale.
Amid your lamps Love's bower is made:
Love's litanies are prayed.
Too soon, too soon on hill and lawn,
Like him who quenches lamps at dawn
Shall one blow out your lights and leave
The woods to dusky eve.
Like him who quenches lamps at dawn
Shall one blow out your lights and leave
The woods to dusky eve.
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