26.12.2010, 12:16
TO THE LARK.
And am I up with thee, light-hearted minion ?
Who never dost thine early flight forego,
Catching for aye upon thy gamesome pinion
What was to fill some lily's cup below,
The matin dew-fall ? What is half so thrilling
As thy glad voice i' th' argent prime of light ?
Whether in grassy nest, when thou art billing,
Or thiis aloft and mocking human sight ?
Peace dwells with thee for ever—not the peace
Of cool reflection,^ but redundant glee,
And with such vocal token of wild ease
Thou dost reveal thy proud immunity
From mortal care, that thou perforce must please :
Fair fall thy rapid song, sweet bird, and thee !
And am I up with thee, light-hearted minion ?
Who never dost thine early flight forego,
Catching for aye upon thy gamesome pinion
What was to fill some lily's cup below,
The matin dew-fall ? What is half so thrilling
As thy glad voice i' th' argent prime of light ?
Whether in grassy nest, when thou art billing,
Or thiis aloft and mocking human sight ?
Peace dwells with thee for ever—not the peace
Of cool reflection,^ but redundant glee,
And with such vocal token of wild ease
Thou dost reveal thy proud immunity
From mortal care, that thou perforce must please :
Fair fall thy rapid song, sweet bird, and thee !