The Song of the Lark

The lark ascends on joyful wing,
To greet the sun with morning song,
His cheerful notes, they sweetly ring,
As upward, ever bright and strong.
He sings of hope, of life renewed,
Of fields of green, and skies so blue,
His airy melody imbued,
With nature's joy, forever true.

About Sara Teasdale

American lyric poet, known for her poems on love, nature, and the feminine experience. Her work often displays a delicate and musical quality.

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