To a Skylark – by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!Bird thou never wert,That from Heaven, or near it,Pourest thy full heartIn profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higherFrom the earth thou springestLike a cloud of fire;The blue deep thou wingest,And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightningOf the sunken sun,O’er which clouds are […]
