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.