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golden oriole have been sounding in my garden.
The other day I caught sight of his bride hiding
in a laurel bush. To-day I have seen their nest,
a marvel of bird-architecture. There is also
much fluttering of wings and a soft murmur of
bird-voices in the thicket of rosemary by the
chapel. I pretend to know nothing about it,
but I am pretty sure some flirtation is going on
there; I wonder what bird it can be? Last
night the secret came out, for just as I was going
to bed a nightingale started singing Schubert’s
Serenade under my window:
Leise flehen meine Lieder
Durch die Nacht zu dir
In den stillen Hain hernieder
Liebchen, komm zu mir.
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