Part 3 — SONG.
Reading edition
By L. G. MOBERLY.
If only I might hear the larks again Upon the downs in spring, And linger in the copses, as of yore, To hear the thrushes sing, If I might see again the wide clear sky That stoops to meet the hills, And catch the golden gleam of sun that lies Upon the daffodils, And watch, just once again, the shadows pass Across the uplands sweet, And feel the springy sweetness of the grass Growing beneath my feet; I think that I could learn at last to bear My life in this great town; If I might feel Spring’s breath again—and hear The larks—upon the down!
