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John Drinkwater


The Madrigal Singers

Led by the Children of the Chapel They made be madrigals to-night, And they were lyric men Renewing still the luted flight   Of all the songs of Ben;     O children of the Chapel, sing,     As i [...]


Beauty, my bird, That, in my younger age, Punctually I heard Piping in a golden cage, Eager, as bidden, to sing, Tethered your wing— Now you are flown Into wild solitudes, Now is your flight alone Glancing as a beam in woods Where sweet [...]