Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume II. Love. 1904. | | | | IV. Wooing and Winning | | The Little Red Lark | | Alfred Perceval Graves (1846–1931) |
| | | O SWAN of slenderness, | |
| Dove of tenderness, | |
| Jewel of joys, arise! | |
| The little red lark, | |
| Like a soaring spark | 5 |
| Of song, to his sunburst flies; | |
| But till thou art arisen, | |
| Earth is a prison, | |
| Full of my lonesome sighs: | |
| Then awake and discover, | 10 |
| To thy fond lover, | |
| The morn of thy matchless eyes. | |
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| The dawn is dark to me, | |
| Hark! oh, hark to me, | |
| Pulse of my heart, I pray! | 15 |
| And out of thy hiding | |
| With blushes gliding, | |
| Dazzle me with thy day. | |
| Ah, then once more to thee | |
| Flying I ’ll pour to thee | 20 |
| Passion so sweet and gay, | |
| The larks shall listen, | |
| And dew-drops glisten, | |
| Laughing on every spray. | | | | |
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