Volume 1 — TO A SKYLARK
Reading edition
O skylark! I see thee and call thee joy! Thy wings bear thee up to the breast of the dawn; I see thee no more, but thy song is still The tongue of the heavens to me!
Thus are the days when I was a boy; Sweet while I lived in them, dear now they’re gone: I feel them no longer, but still, O still They tell of the heavens to me.