Edith Nesbit

The Nest

   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!”