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The earth was
green, the sky was blue:
I saw and heard one sunny
morn,
A skylark hang between the two,
A singing
speck above the corn;
A stage below, in gay
accord,
White butterflies danced on the wing,
And
still the singing skylark soared,
And silent sank and
soared to sing.
The cornfield stretched a tender
green
To right and left beside my walks;
I knew he
had a nest unseen
Somewhere among the million stalks:
And as I paused to hear his song,
While swift the
sunny moments slid,
Perhaps his mate sat listening
long,
And listened longer than I did.
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