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Monday, 2 April 2012

O Thou Sweet Lark, That in the Heaven So High by Robert Southey

O thou sweet Lark, that in the heaven so high
Twinkling thy winds dost sing so joyfully,
   I watch thee soaring with no mean delight;
And when at last I turn mine aching eye
   That lags, how far below that lofty flight,
Still silently receive thy melody.
O thou sweet Lark, that I had wings like thee!
   Not for the joy it were in yon blue light
   Upward to plunge, and from my heavenly height
Gaze on the creeping multitude below,
   But that I soon would wing my eager flight
To that loved home where Fancy even now
Hath fled, and Hope looks onward through a tear,
Counting the weary hours that keep her here.

From: Southey, Robert, The Poetical Works of Robert Southey: complete in one volume, 1829, A & W Galignani: Paris, p. 615. (

Date: 1798

By: Robert Southey (1774-1843)