The Lark And The Wind - Poem by George MacDonald
In the air why such a ringing?
On the earth why such a droning?
In the air the lark is singing;
On the earth the wind is moaning.
'I am blest, in sunlight swinging!'
'Sad am I: the world lies groaning!'
In the sky the lark kept singing;
On the earth the wind kept moaning.
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