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!”