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THAT was the skylark we heard / Singing so high, / The little quivering bird / We saw, and the sky.
The earth was drenched with sun, / The sky was drenched with song; / We lay in the grass and listened, / Long and long and long.
I said, "What a spell it is / Has made her rise / To pour out her world of bliss / In that world of skies! " / You said, "What a spell must pass / Between sky and plain, / Since she finds in this world of grass / Her nest again! "