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| TEEVO cheevo cheevio chee: | |
| O where, what can tháat be? | |
| Weedio-weedio: there again! | |
| So tiny a trickle of sóng-strain; | |
| And all round not to be found | 5 |
| For brier, bough, furrow, or gréen ground | |
| Before or behind or far or at hand | |
| Either left either right | |
| Anywhere in the súnlight. | |
| Well, after all! Ah but hark— | 10 |
‘I am the little wóodlark.
. . . . . . . . | |
| To-day the sky is two and two | |
With white strokes and strains of the blue
. . . . . . . . | |
| Round a ring, around a ring | |
And while I sail (must listen) I sing
. . . . . . . . | 15 |
| The skylark is my cousin and he | |
Is known to men more than me
. . . . . . . . | |
| …when the cry within | |
| Says Go on then I go on | |
| Till the longing is less and the good gone | 20 |
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| But down drop, if it says Stop, | |
| To the all-a-leaf of the tréetop | |
And after that off the bough
. . . . . . . . | |
| I ám so véry, O soó very glad | |
That I dó thínk there is not to be had…
. . . . . . . . | 25 |
| The blue wheat-acre is underneath | |
| And the braided ear breaks out of the sheath, | |
| The ear in milk, lush the sash, | |
| And crush-silk poppies aflash, | |
| The blood-gush blade-gash | 30 |
| Flame-rash rudred | |
| Bud shelling or broad-shed | |
| Tatter-tassel-tangled and dingle-a-dangled | |
Dandy-hung dainty head.
. . . . . . . . | |
| And down … the furrow dry | 35 |
| Sunspurge and oxeye | |
| And laced-leaved lovely | |
Foam-tuft fumitory
. . . . . . . . | |
| Through the velvety wind V-winged | |
| To the nest’s nook I balance and buoy | 40 |
| With a sweet joy of a sweet joy, | |
| Sweet, of a sweet, of a sweet joy | |
| Of a sweet—a sweet—sweet—joy.’ | |
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| See Notes. |
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