| Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900. |
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| Matthew Arnold. 1822–1888 |
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| 752. Philomela |
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| HARK! ah, the Nightingale! | |
| The tawny-throated! | |
| Hark! from that moonlit cedar what a burst! | |
| What triumph! hark—what pain! | |
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| O Wanderer from a Grecian shore, | 5 |
| Still, after many years, in distant lands, | |
| Still nourishing in thy bewilder'd brain | |
| That wild, unquench'd, deep-sunken, old-world pain— | |
| Say, will it never heal? | |
| And can this fragrant lawn | 10 |
| With its cool trees, and night, | |
| And the sweet, tranquil Thames, | |
| And moonshine, and the dew, | |
| To thy rack'd heart and brain | |
| Afford no balm? | 15 |
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| Dost thou to-night behold | |
| Here, through the moonlight on this English grass, | |
| The unfriendly palace in the Thracian wild? | |
| Dost thou again peruse | |
| With hot cheeks and sear'd eyes | 20 |
| The too clear web, and thy dumb Sister's shame? | |
| Dost thou once more assay | |
| Thy flight, and feel come over thee, | |
| Poor Fugitive, the feathery change | |
| Once more, and once more seem to make resound | 25 |
| With love and hate, triumph and agony, | |
| Lone Daulis, and the high Cephissian vale? | |
| Listen, Eugenia— | |
| How thick the bursts come crowding through the leaves! | |
| Again—thou hearest! | 30 |
| Eternal Passion! | |
| Eternal Pain! | |
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