The Oxford Book of Canadian Verse
To a SkylarkMargery Berridge Grey
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Phoebus paints the world so fair,
Then, thou morning minstrel, rise;
Flood with melody the skies!
Swell thy tuneful throat! oh! then
Serenade the silver stars,
Peeping through the morn’s pale bars.
Flee before the morning light,
Pour forth harmony above,
And softly wake my sleeping love!