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THE LARK.
He rose, and singing passed from sight:—A shadow kindling with the sun,
His joy ecstatic flamed, till light
And heavenly song were one.
| Poems by John B. Tabb | |
A shadow kindling with the sun,
His joy ecstatic flamed, till light
And heavenly song were one.