The Lady Sings

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The following poem is the one for the month of December, 2007





The Lady Sings
by John Milton
1608-1674

Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen
Within thy airy shell
By slow Meander's margent green,
And in the violet-embroidered vale
Where the lovelorn nightingale
Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well:
Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair
That likest thy Narcissus are?
O if thou have
Hid them in some flowery cave,
Tell me but where,
Sweet queen of parley, daughter of the sphere;
So mayst thou be translated to the skies,
And give resounding grace to all heaven's harmonies.