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That was the skylark we heard
Singing so high,
The little quivering bird
We saw, and the sky.
The earth was drenched with sun,
The sky was drenched with song;
We lay in the grass and listened,
Long and long and long.

I said, “What a spell it is
Has made her rise
To pour out her world of bliss
In that world of skies!”
You said, “What a spell must pass
Between sky and plain,
Since she finds in this world of grass
Her nest again!”