Lord Alfred Tennyson

All in the wild March-morning I heard the angels call;
It was when the moon was setting, and the read more

All in the wild March-morning I heard the angels call;
It was when the moon was setting, and the dark was over all;
The trees began to whisper, and the wind began to roll,
And in the wild March-morning I heard them call my soul.

One of Satan's shepherdesses caught
And meant to stamp him with her master's mark.

One of Satan's shepherdesses caught
And meant to stamp him with her master's mark.

When his heart is glad
Of the full harvest, I will speak to him.

When his heart is glad
Of the full harvest, I will speak to him.

As the many-winter'd crow that leads the clanging rookery home.

As the many-winter'd crow that leads the clanging rookery home.

O Blackbird! sing me something well:
While all the neighbors shoot thee round,
I keep smooth plats read more

O Blackbird! sing me something well:
While all the neighbors shoot thee round,
I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground,
Where thou may'st warble, eat and dwell.