Shadows (Howe)/The Lark Songs
T was not thou alone I heard,
First lark that sang from English skies,
And to mine ears seemed less a bird
Than chorister of Paradise.
THE LARK SONGS
T was not thou alone I heard,First lark that sang from English skies,
And to mine ears seemed less a bird
Than chorister of Paradise.
Full sweet from heaven thy music fell,
Yet with it came two voices more,
Two songs that blent with thine to tell
The praise I knew of thee before.
Yet with it came two voices more,
Two songs that blent with thine to tell
The praise I knew of thee before.
Thy truth to home and heaven sang one—
And Wordsworth's note serene and strong,
With earth and sky in unison,
Made of thy flight itself a song.
And Wordsworth's note serene and strong,
With earth and sky in unison,
Made of thy flight itself a song.
The other blither strain I caught
Bore never a message but "Rejoice"—
Song of thy very song, methought,
Exultant with thine own glad voice.
Bore never a message but "Rejoice"—
Song of thy very song, methought,
Exultant with thine own glad voice.
And unto this, I knew not how,
Rose answer from the sons of men:
"The world is listening, Shelley, now,
As thou didst listen then."
Rose answer from the sons of men:
"The world is listening, Shelley, now,
As thou didst listen then."