上海龙凤shlf最新地址Poem: By The Arno

上海龙凤shlf最新地址The oleander on the wall

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Grows crimson in the dawning light,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Though the grey shadows of the night

Lie yet on Florence like a pall.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址The dew is bright upon the hill,

And bright the blossoms overhead,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址But ah! the grasshoppers have fled,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址The little Attic song is still.

Only the leaves are gently stirred

上海龙凤shlf最新地址By the soft breathing of the gale,

And in the almond-scented vale

The lonely nightingale is heard.

The day will make thee silent soon,

O nightingale sing on for love!

上海龙凤shlf最新地址While yet upon the shadowy grove

Splinter the arrows of the moon.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Before across the silent lawn

In sea-green vest the morning steals,

And to love's frightened eyes reveals

The long white fingers of the dawn

Fast climbing up the eastern sky

To grasp and slay the shuddering night,

All careless of my heart's delight,

Or if the nightingale should die.