To a Skylark

The lark trills to its heart high above the field. It disappears into the sky like a tiny dot, but the song is heard miles away and fills me with unspeakable joy. Nature is a gift!

Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky!
Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound?
Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye
Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground?
Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will,
Those quivering wings composed, that music still!
Leave to the nightingale her shady wood;
A privacy of glorious light is thine;
Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood
Of harmony, with instinct more divine;
Type of the wise who soar, but never roam;
True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home!
By William Wordsworth

Happy walk ❤

14 thoughts on “To a Skylark

      1. Yes! By a little steam with white puffy skies crossing a sparkling blue sky ❤ 🙂 I have one particular place in mind in Norway. There might be some disturbance from a softly ringing bell from a mother sheep or two ❤ 🙂

  1. ¡Qué precioso poema! También las fotos que lo acompañan son preciosas e invitan a darse un paseo por esos bellos prados y lagos. 🙂

    1. Gracias, Magnoliae. La zona está asociada con un gran bosque con gran variación en la vegetación. Siempre hay algo que descubrir después 🙂

  2. ¡La Naturaleza es un regalo!… “El Gran Regalo”.
    Me han encantado, tu serie de fotos y las hermosas palabras de William Wordsworth.
    Saludos, Hanna, y gracias por compartir.

    1. Quince minutos en la naturaleza! Eso es todo lo que se necesita para restablecer el cuerpo y la mente por lo que es detectable. “El Gran Regalo”
      Muchas gracias por su comentario preciosa, Leo!!!

  3. Nature is a gift indeed, and you’ve captured that gift so beautifully in your photos. Thank you for this lovely post!

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