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Their fantastic surprises , the ring of their bell-like returns upon themselves , their music of triangle and cymbal , gave him quite a new pleasure . In some of them poetry seemed to approach the nearest possible to bird-song -- to unconscious seeming through most conscious art , imitating the carelessness and impromptu of warblings as old as the existence of birds , and as new as every fresh individual joy ; for each new generation grows its own feathers , and sings its own song , yet always the feathers of its kind , and the song of its kind . The same night he sent her the following _ triolet _ Oh , why is the moon Awake when thou sleepest ? To the nightingale 's tune , Why is the moon Making a noon , When night is the deepest Why is the moon Awake when thou sleepest ? In the evening came a little note , with a coronet on the paper , but neither date nor signature : `` Perfectly delicious ! How _ can _ such a little gem hold so much color ? Thank you a thousand times ! ''