Songs of Travel and Other Verses/To Dr. Hake

Songs of Travel and Other Verses (1896)
by Robert Louis Stevenson
To Dr. Hake
1932208Songs of Travel and Other Verses — To Dr. Hake1896Robert Louis Stevenson

XIX

TO DR. HAKE

(On receiving a Copy of Verses)

In the beloved hour that ushers day,
In the pure dew, under the breaking grey,
One bird, ere yet the woodland quires awake,
With brief réveillé summons all the brake:
Chirp, chirp, it goes; nor waits an answer long;
And that small signal fills the grove with song.


Thus on my pipe I breathed a strain or two;
It scarce was music, but 'twas all I knew.
It was not music, for I lacked the art,
Yet what but frozen music filled my heart?
Chirp, chirp, I went, nor hoped a nobler strain;
But Heaven decreed I should not pipe in vain,
For, lo! not far from there, in secret dale,
All silent, sat an ancient nightingale.
My sparrow notes he heard; thereat awoke;
And with a tide of song his silence broke.