| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | I. To a Lark | | By Robert Southey (1774–1843) |
| | | O THOU sweet lark, who in the heaven so high | |
| Twinkling thy wings, dost sing so joyfully, | |
| I watch thee soaring with a deep delight, | |
| And when at last I turn mine aching eye | |
| That lags below thee in the infinite, | 5 |
| Still in my heart receive thy melody. | |
| O thou sweet lark, that I had wings like thee! | |
| Not for the joy it were in yon blue light | |
| Upward to mount, and from my heavenly height | |
| Gaze on the creeping multitude below; | 10 |
| But that I soon would wing my eager flight | |
| To that loved home, where Fancy even now | |
| Hath fled, and Hope looks onward through a tear, | |
| Counting the weary hours that hold her here! | | | | |
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