Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, RAPTURES, by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES

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RAPTURES, by            
First Line: Sing for the sun your lyric, lark
Last Line: A sigh, that's more divine.
Alternate Author Name(s): Davies, W. H.

SING for the sun your lyric, lark,
Of twice ten thousand notes;
Sing for the moon, you nightingales,
Whose light shall kiss your throats;
Sing, sparrows, for the soft, warm rain,
To wet your feathers through;
And, when a rainbow's in the sky,
Sing you, cuckoo -- "Cuckoo!"

Sing for your five blue eggs, fond thrush,
By many a leaf concealed;
You starlings, wrens, and blackbirds sing
In every wood and field:
While I, who fail to give my love
Long raptures twice as fine,
Will for her beauty breathe this one --
A sigh, that's more divine.

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