The Lark and the Wind

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The Lark and the Wind

In the air why such a ringing?

On the earth why such a droning?

In the air the lark is singing;

On the earth the wind is moaning.

“I am blest, in sunlight swinging!”

“Sad am I: the world lies groaning!”

In the sky the lark kept singing;

On the earth the wind kept moaning.