Fiddler's Farewell/"Hark! Hark!"
For works with similar titles, see Hark Hark.
"Hark! Hark!"
No sight of it, only the song,Hours long;Hidden in the sun, yet near—See, see the tiny trilling dot appear,To disappear!
As if a pranking star had lowered itBy a threadOver the listener's head,(Scarce swinging),And thenHad pulled it up again,Up, up, to the impenetrable blue,And through—Still singing!