As I, below the mornèn sky, Wer out a-workèn in the lew O' black-stemm'd thorns, a-springèn high, Avore the worold-boundèn blue, A-reäkèn, under woak tree boughs, The orts a-left behin' by cows. Above the grey-grow'd thistle rings, An' deäisy-buds, the lark, in flight, Did zing aloft, wi' flappèn wings, Tho' mwore in heärèn than in zight; The while my bwoys, in plaÿvul me'th, Did run till they wer out o' breath. Then woone, wi' han'-besheäded eyes, A-stoppèn still, as he did run, Look'd up to zee the lark arise A-zingèn to the high-gone zun; The while his brother look'd below Vor what the groun' mid have to show. Zoo woone did watch above his head The bird his hands could never teäke; An' woone, below, where he did tread, Vound out the nest within the breäke; But, aggs be only woonce a-vound, An' uncaught larks ageän mid sound. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GENERAL PUBLIC by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET UNCLE JIM'S BAPTIST REVIVAL HYMN by SIDNEY LANIER CHRISTMAS AT INDIAN POINT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: ELENOR MURRAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS GENEVIEVE AND ALEXANDRA (2) by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |