by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
The lark
Language: English
Swift through the yielding air I glide, while night's sable shades abide: Yet in my flight (though ne're so fast) I tune and time the wild winds blast: And ere the sun be come about, teach the young lark his lesson out; Who early as the day is born sings his shrill anthem to the rising morn: Let never mortal lose the pains to imitate my aiery strains, Whose pitch too high for human ears, was set me by the tuneful spheres. I carol to the fairies' King, wakes him a-morning when I sing: And when the sun stoops to the deep, rock him again and his fair Queen asleep.
Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Henry Lawes (c1595 - 1662), "The lark" [text verified 1 time]
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 16
Word count: 111