No More Learning

I have heard friendly sounds from many a tongue
Which was not human--the lone nightingale
Has answered me with her most           song,
Out of her ivy bower, when I sate pale _3805
With grief, and sighed beneath; from many a dale
The antelopes who flocked for food have spoken
With happy sounds, and motions, that avail
Like man's own speech; and such was now the token
Of waning night, whose calm by that proud neigh was broken.