The Lark On High
As the lark sang o’er the meadow greenAnd as I lay in the clover deepWhile the humming bees toiled for their queenThe warm sun cajoled me near to sleepNo facts to disturb the thoughts sereneNor views to make this eight years old weepAs the lark sang o’er the meadow green.As the lark sang o’er the … [Read more…]