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The NightingaleA Conversation Poem, April, 1798 No cloud, no relique of the sunken dayDistinguishes the West, no long thin slipOf sullen light, no obscure trembling hues.Come, we will rest on this old mossy bridge!You see the glimmer of the stream beneath,But hear no murmuring: it flows silently.O’er its soft bed of verdure. All is still.AContinue reading “The Nightingale , A Conversation Poem : S T Coleridge : : Bird Poems : :”