Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HARK, HARK, THE LARK; A POET'S REQUIEM. JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEABODY, by ISABEL FISKE CONANT First Line: Bird-lovers, walking, / down on earth's meadow Last Line: "the lark at heaven's gate sings!" Subject(s): Peabody, Josephine Preston (1874-1922); Wellesley College | ||||||||
BIRD-LOVERS, walking, Down on earth's meadow, Hush not your talking, Nor keep your hearts in shadow, The lark has not stopped singing, But too high into the blue She has gone winging For the sound to fall to you. Those echoes are not stopping, You still have her song Wonderfully dropping Your earth-way along. Up there, lark-lovers Will lean down to see How awhile she hovers, Singing rapturously. If a child is sobbing For loss of one note, Say, "Heaven is throbbing To a new bird-throat." If the meadow-way is lonely For those flashing wings, "Hark! Hark!" -- say only -- "The lark at heaven's gate sings!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES WRITTEN TO A TRANSLATOR OF GREEK POETRY by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON THE LESSER BEAUTY by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON WORK by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON IN MEMORY: MISS JEWETT by GRACE ALLERTON ANDREWS HERE ENTER NOT by KATHARINE CANBY BALDERSTON I CLEANED MY HOUSE TODAY by KATHARINE CANBY BALDERSTON MY GARDEN by KATHARINE CANBY BALDERSTON A QUEEN'S LAMENT by ISABEL FISKE CONANT |
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