Meadow-Lark!
Jennie Kiefer
Meadow-lark, in beauty dressed—
Wood-brown coat and primrose vest,
Loving meadows wide and sweet,
Where no arching branches meet,
Naught to check thine upward gaze,
Through the long, bright summer days.
Is it world-old pain that wells,
In thy heart ‘neath asphodels?
Did thy love from English lane,
Soar to Heaven on liquid strain?
Seeks thy heart in song relief
Lest the meadows know thy grief?
Would’st thou lure, by that sweet note,
Sky-lark love from clouds remote?—
Ease thy heart with that refrain,
Flute-like: “She will come again!”
