The little angels listen by the door
Of heaven, but they cannot hear the lark:
“Where is our chorister,” they cry, “whose song
Has coloured all our dreaming through the dark?”
Alas! the song is prisoned and confined,
That held the happy lark against high Heaven,
And from a cage in man’s close dwelling-place
His plaintive voice must greet the morn and even.
The little angels kneel by Heaven’s door
And listen, but they cannot hear the lark:
“Alas!” they cry, “that those who loved us once
Have shut our singing-bird into the dark.”
(Ethel Clifford)
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