To a Skylark

Up with me! up with me into the clouds!For thy song, Lark, is strong;Up with me, up with me into the clouds!Singing, singingWith all the heavens about thee ringing,Lift me, guide me till I findThat spot which seems so to thy mind!

I have walked through wildernesses dreary,And to-day my heart is weary;Had I now the wings of a Faery,Up to thee would I fly.There is madness about thee, and joy divineIn that song of thine;Up with me, up with me, high and high,To thy banqueting-place in the sky!Joyous as Morning,Thou art laughing and scorning;Thou hast a nest, for thy love and thy rest:And, though little troubled with sloth,Drunken Lark! thou would'st be lothTo be such a Traveller as I.Happy, happy Liver!With a soul as strong as a mountain River,Pouring out praise to the Almighty Giver,Joy and jollity be with us both!Hearing thee, or else some other,As merry a Brother,I on the earth will go plodding on,By myself, cheerfully, till the day is done.