 | The wind in the trees |  |
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LARKS
All day in exquisite air
The song clomb an invisible stair,
Flight on flight, story on story,
Into the dazzling glory.
The song clomb an invisible stair,
Flight on flight, story on story,
Into the dazzling glory.
There was no bird, only a singing,
Up in the glory, climbing and ringing,
Like a small golden cloud at even,
Trembling 'twixt earth and heaven.
Up in the glory, climbing and ringing,
Like a small golden cloud at even,
Trembling 'twixt earth and heaven.
I saw no staircase winding, winding,
Up in the dazzle, sapphire and blinding,
Yet round by round, in exquisite air,
The song went up the stair.
Up in the dazzle, sapphire and blinding,
Yet round by round, in exquisite air,
The song went up the stair.
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