Of a Skylark

At dawn I rose from silent sleep, And heard a sky-lark singing, Amid the azure far and deep, Till all the arch was ringing.

And now, as deeper, deeper still His form sank into heaven, Me-seemed his heart's concentered thrill, To his loved Lord was given.

If I possessed such wondrous wings, I would soar and sing to heaven, Till my freed soul from sordid things, Should thus be widely riven.