K They bolted on me thus, and lo! Each ready with a plaintive whine ; Said I, "Not half an hour ago Your Mother has had alms of mine." "That cannot be," one answer'd, "She is dead." Nay but I gave her pence, and she will buy you bread." "She has been dead, Sir, many a day." And in the twinkling of an eye, "Come, come!" cried one; and, without more ado, Off to some other play they both together flew. 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 Up with me, up with me, high and high, 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! I on the earth will go plodding on, By myself, chearfully, till the day is done. 3. "With how sad steps, O Moon thou climb'st the sky, What strife would then be yours, fair Creatures, driv❜n * From a sonnet of Sir Philip Sydney. |