While the Grey-Pinion'd Lark |
Robert Tannahill
While the grey-pinion'd lark early mounts to the skies, And cheerily hails the sweet dawn, And the sun, newly ris'n, sheds the mist from his eyes, And smiles over mountain and lawn; Delighted I stray by the fairy-wood side, Where the dew-drops the crowflowers adorn, And Nature, array'd in her midsummer's pride, Sweetly smiles to the smile of the morn.
2. Ye dark waving plantings, ye green shady bowers, |