Murmurs through the shadowy grass Lightly stray; Faint winds whisper as they pass——— Come away! Where the bee's deep music swells From the trembling fox-glove bellsCome away! In the skies the sapphire blue Now hath won its richest hue; In the woods the breath of song Night and day Floats with leafy scents along- Where the boughs with dewy gloom Darken each thick bed of bloom- Come away ! In the deep heart of the rose Now the crimson love-hue glows; THE SUMMER CALL. Now the glow-worm's lamp by night Sheds a ray, Dreamy, starry, greenly bright- Where the fairy cup-moss lies, With the wild-wood strawberries, Now each tree by summer crowned, Bright wings play; There the deer its couch hath made Come away! Where the smooth leaves of the lime Glisten in their honey-time Come away--away! 139 IX. OH! SKY-LARK, FOR THY WING. OH! Sky-lark, for thy wing! Thou bird of joy and light, That I might soar and sing At heaven's empyreal height! With the heathery hills beneath me, Whence the streams in glory spring, And the pearly clouds to wreath me Oh sky-lark on thy wing! Free, free from earth-born fear, Where the low mists cannot rise! OH! SKY-LARK, FOR THY WING. And a thousand joyous measures 141 From my chainless heart should spring, Like the bright rain's vernal treasures, As I wandered on thy wing. But oh the silver chords, That around the heart are spun, From gentle tones and words, And kind eyes that make our sun! GENIUS SINGING TO LOVE. That voice re-measures Whatever tones and melancholy pleasures The things of nature utter; birds or trees, Or where the tall grass 'mid the heath-plant waves, COLERIDGE. I heard a song upon the wandering wind, A song of many tones-though one full soul Breathed through them all imploringly; and made All nature as they passed, all quivering leaves -At times the passion-kindled melody |