I know a grove,
Of large extent, hard by a castle huge,
Which the great lord inhabits not; and so
This grove is wild with tangling underwood,
And the trim walks are broken up; and grass,
Thin grass and king-cups, grow within the paths;
But never elsewhere in one place I knew
So many nightingales. And far and near,
In wood and thicket o’er the wide grove,
They answer and provoke each other’s songs —