| Alfred H. Miles, ed. Women Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | | Phantasmion. A Fairy Tale (1837) VI. How High Yon Lark | | By Sarah Coleridge (18021850) |
| | (From Chapter XX.) HOW high yon lark is heavenward borne! | |
| Yet, ere again she hails the morn, | |
| Beyond where birds can wing their way | |
| Our souls may soar to endless day, | |
| May hear the heavenly choirs rejoice, | 5 |
| While earth still echoes to her voice. | |
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| A waveless flood, supremely bright, | |
| Has drownd the myriad isles of light; | |
| But ere that ocean ebbd away, | |
| The shadowy gulf their forms betray, | 10 |
| Above the stars our course may run, | |
| Mid beams unborrowd from the sun. | |
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| In this days light what flowers will bloom, | |
| What insects quit the self-made womb! | |
| But ere the bud its leaves unfold, | 15 |
| The gorgeous fly his plumes of gold, | |
| On fairer wings we too may glide, | |
| Where youth and joy no ills betide. | |
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| Then come, while yet we linger here, | |
| Fit thoughts for that celestial sphere, | 20 |
| A heart which under keenest light, | |
| May bear the gaze of spirits bright, | |
| Who all things know, and nought endure | |
| That is not holy, just and pure. | | | | |
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