And the hurricane blackness had eyes.。，A press of hurried notes that run
Folding grain of a love for one goal。，Tell it to forget the source that keeps it filled.
Couched with her arms behind her golden head,。，Of the secret he had divined
To earth, chance looking aloft at us, kind of hand:。，Like yonder voice aloft, and link
And linger ringing while they fleet,。，Of our earth, dark fire; athirst
And to join her, or have her brought back,。，
Chill as a dull face frowning on a song.。，She gazed at the Void of shape,
Felt the girdle loosened, seen the tresses fly.。，THE LARK ASCENDING
O the joy of the breath she sustains,。，In heat, the run of the river on root and stone,
The starry voice ascending spreads,。，Plucks at my heart and leads me by the ear.
。，Earth and air, may have faults from head to feet.
The day is never darkened。，Scaling the mid-heavens as they stream, there comes a sunset
Sweep glittering on a still content,。，When by Zeus relenting the mandate was revoked,
Solely in that cherished Rose。，Awakening, as it waxes thin,
Sometimes pipes a chaffinch; loose droops the blue.。，Lo, the herb of healing, when once the herb is known,
Yield substance, though they sing not, sweet。，He gave her some redness that streamed
Of its force all other claims,。，To the lake-banks he saw sink and rise
，Nightingale and swallow, song and dipping wing.。，