The Larks

How ye scurry! how ye veer!
Cloud of larks, you're welcome here!
This one skims the meadow's rim,
Rustles that thro' thickets dim.

Numbers, soaring tow'rd the skies,
Wing their way with piercing cries,
One whose joyous song excels,
Fluttering, in my bosom dwells!
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Ludwig Uhland
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