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1865–1940

A LARK:

Laurence Alma-Tadema

Lark-bird, lark-bird soaring high, Are you never weary? When you reach the empty sky, Are the clouds not dreary?

Do n't you sometimes long to be A silent gold-fish in the sea? Gold-fish, gold-fish diving deep, Are you never sad, say?

When you feel the cold waves creep Are you really glad, say? Do n't you sometimes long to sing And be a lark-bird on the wing?

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