TO A SKY-LARK
Up with me! Up with me into the clouds!
For the Song, Lark, is strong;
Up with me! up with me into the clouds!
Singing, singing,
With clouds and sky about three ringing,
Lift me, guide me till I find
That spot which seems so to thy mind!
I have walked through wilderness dreary,
And to-day my heart is weary;
Had I now the wings of a Faery,
Up to thee would I fly.
There’s madness about thee, and joy divine
In that song of thine;
Lift me, guide me high and high
To thy banqueting-place in the sky.
Joyous as morning,
Thou art laughing and scoring;
Thou hast a nest for thy love and thy rest,
And, though little troubled with sloth,
Drunken Lark! Though would’st be loth
To be such a traveler as I.
Happy, happy Liver,
With a soul as strong as a mountain river
Pouring out praise to the Almighty Giver,
Joy and jollity be with us both!
Alas! My journey, rugged and uneven,
Through prickly moors or dusty ways must wind
But hearing thee, or others of thy kind,
As full of gladness and as free of heaven,
I, with my fate contented, will plot on,
And hope for higher raptures, when Life’s day is done.
<Poems of Wordsworth> (Golden Treasury Series; Chosen and edited by Matthew Arnold; MacMillan St Martin’s Press 1971, First Edition 1879)
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