Sing, sky-lark, in the sky;
Sing, throstle- for love’s sake!
Sing sweet, as if no heart might ever break.

O, little summer-sigh
Of winds, that flutters down
The blossom-rain, as if no storms had blown!

Smile, flowers, along the way;
Your dainty beauty stirs
Such blessed thoughts, ye little comforters!

O Earth, for one kind day,
Let me be glad again-
Forgetting grief that is, and that has been!

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