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The Woodlark
Teevo cheevo cheevio chee:
O where, what can thát be?
Weedio-weedio: there again!
So tiny a trickle of sóng-strain;
And all round not to be found
For brier, bough, furrow, or gréen ground
Before or behind or far or at hand
Either left either right
Anywhere in the súnlight.
Well, after all! Ah but hark—
'I am the little woodlark.
.......
To-day the sky is two and two
With white strokes and strains of the blue
.......
Round a ring, around a ring
And while I sail (must listen) I sing
.......
The skylark is my cousin and he
Is known to men more than me
.......
...when the cry within
Says Go on then I go on
Till the longing is less and the good gone
But down drop, if it says Stop,
To the all-a-leaf of the tréetop
And after that off the bough
