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

In that song of thine;

Up with me, up with me, high and high,

To thy banqueting-place in the sky!

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!

Hearing thee, or else some other,

As merry a Brother,

I on the earth will go plodding on,

By myself, chearfully, till the day is done.