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 O happy skylark springing
 Up to the broad, blue sky,
  Too fearless in thy winging,
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 O happy skylark springing
 Up to the broad, blue sky,
  Too fearless in thy winging,
   Too gladsome in thy singing,
    Thou also soon shalt lie
     Where no sweet notes are ringing. 
 Up springs the lark,
 Shrill-voiced, and loud, the messenger of morn;
  Ere yet the shadows fly, he read more 
 Up springs the lark,
 Shrill-voiced, and loud, the messenger of morn;
  Ere yet the shadows fly, he mounted sings
   Amid the dawning clouds, and from their haunts
    Calls up the tuneful nations. 
 Oh, stay, sweet warbling woodlark, stay,
 Nor quit for me the trembling spray,
  A hapless lover courts read more 
 Oh, stay, sweet warbling woodlark, stay,
 Nor quit for me the trembling spray,
  A hapless lover courts thy lay,
   Thy soothing, fond complaining. 
 The pretty Lark, climbing the Welkin cleer,
 Chaunts with a cheer, Heer peer-I neer my Deer;
  Then read more 
 The pretty Lark, climbing the Welkin cleer,
 Chaunts with a cheer, Heer peer-I neer my Deer;
  Then stooping thence (seeming her fall to rew)
   Adieu (she saith) adieu, deer Deer, adieu. 
 To hear the lark begin his flight,
 And singing startle the dull Night,
  From his watch-tower in read more 
 To hear the lark begin his flight,
 And singing startle the dull Night,
  From his watch-tower in the skies,
   Till the dappled dawn doth rise. 
 It was the lark, the herald of the morn;
 No nightingale.  
 It was the lark, the herald of the morn;
 No nightingale. 
 Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes
 Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
  The bird of read more 
 Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes
 Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
  The bird of dawning singeth all night long,
   And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad,
    The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike,
     No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm.
      So hallowed and so gracious is that time. 
 I said to the sky-poised Lark:
 "Hark--hark!
  Thy note is more loud and free
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 I said to the sky-poised Lark:
 "Hark--hark!
  Thy note is more loud and free
   Because there lies safe for thee
    A little nest on the ground." 
 The lark now leaves his watery nest,
 And climbing, shakes his dewy wings.
  He takes your window read more 
 The lark now leaves his watery nest,
 And climbing, shakes his dewy wings.
  He takes your window for the East
   And to implore your light he sings.