When eyes that cast about the heights of heaven

When eyes that cast about the heights of heaven
To canvass the retirement of the lark
(Because the music from his bill forth-driven
So takes the sister sense) can find no mark,
But many a silver visionary spark
Springs in the floating air and the skies swim, —
Then often the ears in a new fashion hark,
Beside them, about the hedges, hearing him:
At last the bird is found a flickering shape and slim.

At once the senses give the music back,
The proper sweet re-attributing above.
That sweetness re-attributing above. —
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