THE merry merry lark was up and singing, And the hare was out and feeding on the lea; And the merry merry bells below were ringing, When my child's laugh rang through me. Now the hare is snared and dead beside the snow-yard, And the lark beside the dreary winter sea; And the baby in his cradle in the churchyard Sleeps sound till the bell brings me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DRIFTERS: BELLA COOLA TO WILLIAMS LAKE by KAREN SWENSON COUNTRY SCHOOLROOM, ADIRONDACK MOUNTAINS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE REALM OF FANCY by JOHN KEATS RIDDLE: A STAR by MOTHER GOOSE THE PRAIRIE-GRASS DIVIDING by WALT WHITMAN THE DEAMON LOVER by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |