OH! Skylark, for thy wing! Thou bird of joy and light, That I might soar and sing At heaven's empyreal height! With the heathery hills beneath me, Whence the streams in glory spring, And the pearly clouds to wreathe me, O Skylark! on thy wing! Free, free, from earth-born fear, I would range the blessed skies, Through the blue divinely clear, Where the low mists cannot rise! And a thousand joyous measures From my chainless heart should spring, Like the bright rain's vernal treasures, As I wandered on thy wing. But oh! the silver cords That around the heart are spun, From gentle tones and words, And kind eyes that make our sun To some low, sweet nest returning, How soon my love would bring There, @3there@1 the dews of morning, O Skylark! on thy wing! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...O SLEEP, MY BABE! by SARA COLERIDGE ON THE DEATH OF MRS. (NOW LADY) THROCKMORTON'S BULLFINCH by WILLIAM COWPER THE BARBER'S by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE COMET AT YELL'HAM by THOMAS HARDY EPITAPH ON AN ARMY OF MERCENARIES by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE SECOND DAYES LAMENTATION OF THE AFFECTIONATE SHEPHEARD by RICHARD BARNFIELD SOLILOQUIES OF A SMALL-TOWN TAXI-DRIVER: ON THE WRITING OF POETRY by EDGAR BARRATT |