NANINE
by: Ambrose Bierce (1842-1914)
 E heard
a song-bird trilling--
- 'Twas but a day ago.
- Such rapture he was rilling
- As only we could know.
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- This morning he is flinging
- His music from the tree,
- But something in the singing
- Is not the same to me.
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- His inspiration fails him,
- Or he has lost his skill.
- Nanine, Nanine, what ails him
- That he should sing so ill?
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- Nanine is not replying--
- She hears no earthly song.
- The sun and bird are lying
- And the night is, O, so long!
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"Nanine" is reprinted
from The Collected Works of Ambrose Bierce Vol. IV: Shapes
of Clay. Ambrose Bierce. New York: Neale Publishing Company,
1910. |
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