The Lark

A close gray sky,
And poplars gray and high,
The country-side along;
The steeple bold
Across the acres old —
And then a song!

Oh, far, far, far,
As any spire or star,
Beyond the cloistered wall!
Oh, high, high, high,
A heart-throb in the sky —
Then not at all!

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