Duncan Campbell Scott (Дункан Кэмпбелл Скотт)

Ecstasy

The shore-lark soars to his topmost flight,
  Sings at the height where morning springs,
What though his voice be lost in the light,
  The light comes dropping from his wings.

Mount, my soul, and sing at the height
  Of thy clear flight in the light and the air,
Heard or unheard in the night in the light
  Sing there! Sing there!

1. The November Pansy
2. Spring on Mattagami
3. Meditation at Perugia
4. The Sea by the Wood
5. The Fifteenth of April

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