I do like the simile in the final line of this poem (in the second half you haven't included), "And day goes blushing like a bride to rest".
Ah yes, Steve, I love it too. I should have included that part. Here we go, and isn't this just beautiful!
from the final part
Poesy A-Maying
Up like a princess starts the merry morning
In draperies of many-coloured cloud
And skylarks, minstrels of the early dawning,
Pipe forth their hearty anthems long and loud
The bright enarmoured sunshine goes a-maying
And every flower his laughing eye beguiles
And on the milkmaid’s rosey face a-playing
Plays court to beauty in its softest smiles
For May’s divinity of joy begun
Adds life and lustre to the golden sun
And all of life beneath its glory straying
Is by May’s beauty into worship won
Till golden eve ennobles all the West
And day goes blushing like a bride to rest
John Clare
Nerine
and thanks for "Nightingales". Wonderful to read it again.