To A Skylark – by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!
Bird thou never wert,
That from Heaven, or near it,
Pourest thy full heart
In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.
Higher still and higher
From the earth thou springest
Like a cloud of fire;
The blue deep thou wingest,
And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest…
The Skylark – by Christina Georgina Rossetti
The earth was green, the sky was blue:
I saw and heard one sunny morn,
A skylark hang between the two,
A singing speck above the corn;
A stage below, in gay accord,
White butterflies danced on the wing,
And still the singing skylark soared,
And silent sank and soared to sing.
The cornfield stretched a tender green
To right and left beside my walks;
I knew he had a nest unseen
Somewhere among the million stalks…
This Skylark was one of those we saw inside the fence of the Victoria, BC, Airport today. The remnant breeding population of a long-ago introduction of this famous Old World species.
I had only previously seen and heard the bird over Fairlop Waters near London. For the Texan birders with me, a lifer all around,.
Some of the numerous Harlequins we saw at Ediz Spit off Port Angeles, WA, this morning.