A Lark's Song

    SWEET, sweet！ I rise to greet The sapphire¹ sky The air slips by On either side As up I ride On mounting wing, And sing and sing - Then reach my bliss², The sun's great kiss； And poise³ a space To see his face, Sweet, sweet, In radiant grace, Ah, sweet！ ah, sweet！

    Sweet, sweet！ Beneath my feet My nestlings call： And down I fall Unerring, true, Through heaven's blue； And haste to fill Each noisy bill. My brooding breast Stills their unrest. Sweet, sweet, Their quick hearts beat, Safe in the nest： Ah, sweet, sweet, sweet！ Ah, sweet！

    Sweet, sweet The calling sky That bids me fly Up - up - on high. Sweet, sweet The claiming earth； It holds my nest And draws me down To where Love's crown Of priceless worth Awaits my breast. Sweet, sweet！ Ah, this is best And this most meet, Sweet, sweet！ ah, sweet！