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SOME LATE LARK SINGING by BROTHER CLEMENT

First Line: THESE ARE MY SONGS. AS ALL MEN SING
Last Line: ME UP, AND FAR BELOW, SOME LATE LARK SINGS!
Subject(s): BIRDS; LARKS; PAIN; SINGING & SINGERS; SKYLARKS; SUFFERING; MISERY; SONGS;
These are my songs. As all men sing --
No more -- so I have crouched and sung
Low in the earth-nest with the bird,
Chirping at stars, but satisfied with rain.

Now falls the last gold leaf, blown thin,
The blue grape shrivels, sealed in dusk,
The long night leans across the sun. . . .
There will be quiet, limitless, for sleep.

These are my songs. As all men sing
Out of their hurt, so I have sung
Out of His pain. The last hill calls
Me up, and far below, some late lark sings!



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