Shadows (Howe)/The Lark Songs
T was not thou alone I heard,First lark that sang from English skies,And to mine ears seemed less a bird Than chorister of Paradise.
THE LARK SONGS
T was not thou alone I heard,First lark that sang from English skies,And to mine ears seemed less a bird Than chorister of Paradise.Full sweet from heaven thy music fell, Yet with it came two voices more,Two songs that blent with thine to tell The praise I knew of thee before.
Thy truth to home and heaven sang one— And Wordsworth's note serene and strong,With earth and sky in unison, Made of thy flight itself a song.
The other blither strain I caught Bore never a message but "Rejoice"—Song of thy very song, methought, Exultant with thine own glad voice.
And unto this, I knew not how, Rose answer from the sons of men:"The world is listening, Shelley, now, As thou didst listen then."