THE larks of song that high o'erhead Sung joyous in my boyhood's sky, Save one, are with the silent dead, Those larks that knew to soar so high. But still with ever surer flight, One singer of unfailing trust Chants at the gates of morn and night Great songs that lift us from the dust, And heavenward call tired hearts that grieve, Beneath the vast horizon given With larger breadth of morn and eve, To this one lark alone in heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHITE AN' BLUE by WILLIAM BARNES FIRST OR LAST (SONG) by THOMAS HARDY ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE: THE POWER OF MUSIC by SAMUEL LISLE THE ENTHUSIAST, OR, THE LOVER OF NATURE by JOSEPH WARTON COMPARISON OF LOVE TO A STREAM FALLING FROM THE ALPS by THOMAS WYATT RECOMPENSE by DOROTHY MOORE ALFORD |