WVA-To a Sky-Lark

2. To a Sky-Lark

Up with me! up with me into the clouds!
      For thy song, Lark, is strong;
Up with me, up with me into the clouds!
      Singing, singing,
With all the heav'ns about thee ringing,
      Lift me, guide me till I find
That spot which seems so to thy mind!

I have walk'd through wildernesses dreary,
      And today my heart is weary;
Had I now the soul of a Faery,
      Up to thee would I fly.
There is madness about thee, and joy divine
      In that song of thine;
Up with me, up with me, high and high,
To thy banqueting-place in the sky!
      Joyous as Morning,
      Thou art laughing and scorning;
   Thou hast a nest for thy love and thy rest;
And, though little troubled with sloth,
Drunken Lark! thou would'st be loth
To be such a Traveller 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!
    Hearing thee, or else some other,
      As merry a Brother,
I on the earth will go plodding on,
By myself, chearfully, till day is done.