TO THE SKY-LARK.
Thou little bird, thou lov'st to dwell
Beneath the summer leaves!
The sunlight round thy mossy cell
A golden halo weaves;
And the sweet dews, where'er we pass,
Like living diamonds gem the grass,
And round the mossy eaves
The twittering swallow circling flies,
As happy as the laughing skies.
Beneath the summer leaves!
The sunlight round thy mossy cell
A golden halo weaves;
And the sweet dews, where'er we pass,
Like living diamonds gem the grass,
And round the mossy eaves
The twittering swallow circling flies,
As happy as the laughing skies.
Soft as a bride, the rosy dawn
From dewy sleep doth rise,
And, bathed in blushes, hath withdrawn
The mantle from her eyes;
And, with her orbs dissolved in dew,
Bends like an angel softly through,
The blue-pavilioned skies.
Then up, and pour thy mellow lay,
To greet the young and radiant day!
From dewy sleep doth rise,
And, bathed in blushes, hath withdrawn
The mantle from her eyes;
And, with her orbs dissolved in dew,
Bends like an angel softly through,
The blue-pavilioned skies.
Then up, and pour thy mellow lay,
To greet the young and radiant day!
Hark! now with low and fluttering start,
The sky-lark soars above,
The sky-lark soars above,
