| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909. | | | | To a Sky-Lark | | By William Wordsworth (1770–1850) |
| | | 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, singing, | |
| With clouds and sky about thee ringing, | 5 |
| Lift me, guide me till I find | |
| That spot which seems so to thy mind! | |
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| I have walked through wildernesses dreary, | |
| And to-day my heart is weary; | |
| Had I now the wings of a Faery, | 10 |
| Up to thee would I fly. | |
| There’s madness about thee, and joy divine | |
| In that song of thine; | |
| Lift me, guide me high and high | |
| To thy banqueting-place in the sky. | 15 |
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| 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 loth | 20 |
| To 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! | 25 |
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| Alas! my journey, rugged and uneven, | |
| Through prickly moors or dusty ways must wind, | |
| But hearing thee, or others of thy kind, | |
| As full of gladness and as free of heaven, | |
| I, with my fate contented, will plod on, | 30 |
| And hope for higher raptures, when Life’s day is done. | | | | |
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