springtime silence and then the thrilling voice of the cuckoo breaking the silence what a fine collection of beautiful images
the smile between the song of the maiden and that of the cuckoo and nightingale is apt
metaphorically the girl is to the poet what the nightingale is to the tired travelers
and the music which the poet has stored in his heart and image which have been imprinted on the slats of his memory are as lasting and cherishing as this beautiful poem is even today..
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