To lift us with him as he goes (George Meredith)

He rises and begins to round,

He drops the silver chain of sound,

Of many links without a break

In chirrup, whistle, slur and shake.

For singing till his heaven fills,

‘Tis love of earth that he instils,

And ever winging up and up,

Our valley is his golden cup

And he the wine which overflows

to lift us with him as he goes.

Till lost on his aerial rings

In light, and then the fancy sings.

--George Meredith, The Lark Ascending

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