第47章 POEM: THE NEST

That was the skylark we heard Singing so high, The little quivering bird We saw, and the sky.

The earth was drenched with sun, The sky was drenched with song;

We lay in the grass and listened, Long and long and long.

I said, "What a spell it is Has made her rise To pour out her world of bliss In that world of skies!"

You said, "What a spell must pass Between sky and plain, Since she finds in this world of grass Her nest again!"