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!"
