THE WHIPPOORWILL 



When the earth, from slumber waking, 



Thrills to gentle spring's caress. 

 And all nature seems partaking 



Of new joy and loveliness; 

 And the silvery moon in splendor 

 Mounts above the vale and hill, 

 i Flooding earth with glory tender, 

 \ Comes again the whippoorwill. 



Listen, listen ! Hush — be still : 



"Ku- whippoorwill ! Ku-whippoorwill !" 



How his love-notes throb and thrill. 



On the mystic silence falling, 



As to distant mate he's calling : 



" 'Whippoorwill ! Ku-whippoorwill !" 



Oft at eve, when gently drifting 



In my quaint gondola, light, 

 Down the stream, and star-beams, sifting 



Through the curtain of the night. 

 With their magic glow supernal 

 All the world around me fill. 

 Then I love to hear the vernal 

 Love-song of the whippoorwill. 

 Listen, listen ! Hush — be still : 

 "Ku-whippoorwill ! Ku-whippoorwill !'* 

 How his love-notes throb and thrill, 

 On the mystic silence falling. 

 As to distant mate he's calling: 

 " 'Whippoorwill ! Ku-whippoorwill !" 



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