When a mounting skylark sings
In the sunlit summer morn,
I know that heaven is up on high,
And on earth are fields of corn.
But when a nightingale sings
In the moonlit summer even,
I know not if earth is merely earth,
Only that heaven is heaven.
When A Mounting Skylark Sings
written byChristina Georgina Rossetti
© Christina Georgina Rossetti