To The Singing Lark

Oh! How like you, I long to be a singing lark Who among the fleecy clouds, like a tiny speck Remains hidden, drowning the air with music sweet Rising higher and darting up with movements quick and slick In our ears falls your song like peals of chiming bells In clear, crystalline notes on this radiant day so bright Why do you stay unseen in the far fringes of heaven? Oh! Come out from the veils that cover you from our sight! Are you warbling of love in inextricable lays Or chanting hymns to the God of greater heights Diving up and down like a mysterious sprite Are you trilling of the charms of enchanting sights Soaring and swaying like a flitting dot of light You ascend higher and higher to dizzier heights I guess your wings brush against the sailing clouds As you reel round and round in ecstatic flights Have you bade farewell to the verdant groves beneath Have you flown for good from your woody nest? Why do you dwell in the heights, solitary and alone? Have you made the firmament your haven of rest? Hovering over unseen, you pour out melodies sweet That fills our gloomy hearts with euphoric delight Sweeping away from weary heads all sullen thoughts And flaming our souls as ever blazing beacons of light!