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THE WAKING SKYLARK |
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THE WAKING SKYLARK
Lark of May, alert and gay,
Why dost thou sing so loud,
To steep thy wings in the golden ray,
And bathe them in the beaming cloud?
Flash to the zenith of burning day,
Burn to the under-world laid gray,
Veiled in a vapour shroud,
Till thy song, till thy song is shed.
Why dost thou sing so loud,
To steep thy wings in the golden ray,
And bathe them in the beaming cloud?
Flash to the zenith of burning day,
Burn to the under-world laid gray,
Veiled in a vapour shroud,
Till thy song, till thy song is shed.
Bird with throat and note of gold,
Sweet as a song in dream
Thy voice ascends, an anthem rolled
To Love who sits supreme.
What bird like thee of mortal mould
Such passion to the sunset told,
Till she blushed with a rosier beam,
As thy song, as thy song was shed?
Sweet as a song in dream
Thy voice ascends, an anthem rolled
To Love who sits supreme.
What bird like thee of mortal mould
Such passion to the sunset told,
Till she blushed with a rosier beam,
As thy song, as thy song was shed?
Soar and sing, soar and sing,
Fade in the blue from sight.
The sky-dew quivers on thy wing,
Thou quailest with delight
To sail so near the strong sun's ring
While the rushing wheels of his chariot sting
The clouds to a rosier light
As thy song, as thy song is shed.
Fade in the blue from sight.
The sky-dew quivers on thy wing,
Thou quailest with delight
To sail so near the strong sun's ring
While the rushing wheels of his chariot sting
The clouds to a rosier light
As thy song, as thy song is shed.
August 30th, 1895.
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