Edith Nesbit (Эдит Несбит)

The Skylark

 “... a dripping shower of notes from 
the softening blue. It is the  skylark come.” — 
ROBERT À FIELD, in the New Age.

“IT is the skylark come.”  For shame!
Robert-à-Cockney is thy name:
Robert-à-Field would surely know
That skylarks, bless them, never go!

 . . . . .

Love of my life, bear witness here
How we have heard them all the year;
How to the skylark’s song are set
The days we never can forget.
At Rustington, do you remember?
We heard the skylarks in December;
In January above the snow
They sang to us by Hurstmonceux
Once in the keenest airs of March
We heard them near the Marble Arch;
Their April song thrilled Tonbridge air;
May found them singing everywhere;
And oh, in Sheppey, how their tune
Rhymed with the bean-flower scent in June.
One unforgotten day at Rye
They sang a love-song in July;
In August, hard by Lewes town,
They sang of joy ’twixt sky and down;
And in September’s golden spell
We heard them singing on Scaw Fell.
October’s leaves were brown and sere,
But skylarks sang by Teston Weir;
And in November, at Mount’s Bay,
They sang upon our wedding day!

 . . . . .

Mr.-à-Field, go forth, go forth,
Go east and west and south and north;
You’ll always find the furze in flower,
Find every hour the lovers’ hour,
And, by my faith in love and rhyme,
The skylark singing all the time!

1. Love and Knowledge
2. The Eternal
3. To One Who Pleaded for Candour in Love
4. The Kiss
5. The Stolen God

James Hogg (Джеймс Хогг) The Skylark ("Bird of the wilderness")

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