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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LITTLE RED LARK, by ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES Poet's Biography First Line: O swan of slenderness Last Line: Laughing on every spray. Subject(s): Birds; Courtship; Larks; Skylarks | |||
O SWAN of slenderness, Dove of tenderness, Jewel of joys, arise! The little red lark, Like a soaring spark Of song, to his sunburst flies; But till thou art arisen, Earth is a prison, Full of my lonesome sighs: Then awake and discover, To thy fond lover, The morn of thy matchless eyes, The dawn is dark to me, Hark! oh, hark to me, Pulse of my heart, I pray! And out of thy hiding With blushes gliding, Dazzle me with thy day. Ah, then once more to thee Flying I'll pour to thee Passion so sweet and gay, The larks shall listen, And dew-drops glisten. Laughing on every spray. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN GRANTCHESTER MEADOWS; ON HEARING A SKYLARK SING by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE CAGED SKYLARK by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE SEA AND THE SKYLARK by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE WOODLARK by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE LARK ASCENDING by GEORGE MEREDITH RETURNING, WE HEAR THE LARKS by ISAAC ROSENBERG AUBADE [OR, A MORNING SONG FOR IMOGEN], FR. CYMBELINE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE FATHER O'FLYNN by ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES |
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