On fragile wings the skylark soars
up to the heights form whence he pours
his early morning orison.
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Ivor this is another very beautiful poem and why not considering the lovely lady to whom it is dedicated. Both are beauties.
Now I like the idea of Mary's about being beauties - in the eye of the beholder I believe - but I do love the poem and about a skylark which is superb. Lovely, Lovely, Lovely. Can hear it now, singing from its soul. Wonderful. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX