Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE LARK, by JACQUES PELETIER


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First Line: As soon as does the crimson morn
Last Line: And for a while we hear her not.
Alternate Author Name(s): Peletier Du Mans, Jacques
Subject(s): Birds; Larks; Skylarks


AS soon as does the crimson morn
The border of our skies adorn,
At the same hour the lark's glad lay
Upon the raptured ear is borne
To celebrate the break of day.

As clearer grows the dawning white,
Her song becomes more clear and bright,
And truly she appears to try
With her sweet singing to delight
The sun now mounting in the sky.

Propt by the breeze, her wings aspire
In circles, ever higher, higher,
And thence pours down a joyous lay,
That glads, and heals, and rids of ire
The soul, more than my verses may.

If Juno tranquil air bestows,
Or rain and cloudy weather shows,
Still borne aloft she soars and roams,
Nor weariness of singing knows,
Until the snowy winter comes.

Her little throat no rest doth snatch,
E'en when she has her brood to hatch,
But sings so joyously and long;
'Twould seem no food she needs to catch,
But feeds her nestlings with her song.

And, through the void in midday light,
Fails keenest eye to trace her flight;
Then, swift as bolt by archer shot,
She falls to earth from heaven's height,
And for a while we hear her not.





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