WHEN leaves turn outward to the light, And all the roads are fringed with green, When larks are pouring, high, unseen, The joy they find in song and flight, Then I, too, with the lark would wing My little flight, and, soaring, sing. When larks drop downward to the nest, And day drops downward to the sea, And song and wing are fain to rest, The lark's dear wisdom guideth me, And I too turn within my door, Content to dream, and sing no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 15. TO THE LORD GENERAL FAIRFAX by JOHN MILTON REMEMBER by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI DECLASSE by ANNA EMILIA BAGSTAD AS MANY STARS by MATHILDE BLIND ASOLANDO: FLUTE-MUSIC, WITH AN ACCOMPANIMENT by ROBERT BROWNING ON A PIECE OF UNWROUGHT PIPECLAY by JOHN FREDERICK BRYANT ADDRESS FOR MISS FONTENELLE by ROBERT BURNS |