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IV. THE SKYLARK
There drops our lark into his secret nest!All is felt silence and the broad blue sky;
Come, the incessant rain of melody
Is over; now earth's quietudes invest,
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Which trembled forth the sudden ecstasy
Till raptures came too swift, and song must die
Since midmost deeps of heaven grew manifest.
My poet of the garden-walk last night
Sang in rich leisure, ceased and sang again,
Of pleasure in green leaves, of odours given
By flowers at dusk, and many a dim delight;
The finer joy was thine keen-edged with pain,
Soarer! alone with thy own heart and heaven.
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