Classic Poem

LARK S ONG .

‘C AN YR E HEDYTH .’

Now, after dark night,
 The new day is begun;
And his ladder of light
 The lark has uprear'd
Against the high sun.
 Hark! his whistle is heard:
  Tirra-whee! Tirra-lay! Day's begun.

Where the day-break was born,—
 Hark, now in the east,
How he pipes up the morn
 And awakens the bird
And heartens the beast.
 Hark! his whistle is heard:
  Tirra-whee! Tirra-lay! Day's begun.

The dark night is over,
 The rosy shafts run,
As he pipes,—pretty lover!
 Above the green sward,
Where the dew drinks the sun.
 Hark! his whistle is heard:
  Tirra-whee! Tirra-lay! Day's begun.