Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE LARK'S NEST, by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER


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THE LARK'S NEST, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: I never hear a lark its matins sing
Last Line: Beneath a morning sky they could not see.
Subject(s): Birds; Larks; Skylarks


I never hear a lark its matins sing,
But I bethink me of that orphan nest,
Where once I saw a little callow thing,
Erect, with death-cold wings, above the rest,
As tho' he lived and pleaded. Light and shade
Swept in and out of his poor open maw,
While underneath his silent feet I saw
A short-breathed group of helpless orphans laid.
The life was ebbing from each infant throat,
Too young as yet for music's earliest note;
High up a living lark sang loud and free -
Keen was the contrast - it was sad to mark
Those eyes, heaven-charter'd, now earth-bound and dark:
Beneath a morning sky they could not see.





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