He rises and begins to round,
He drops the silver chain of sound
Of many links without a break,
In chirrup, whistle, slur and shake....”
For singing till his heaven fills,
Tis love of earth that he instils,
And ever winging up and up
Our valley is his golden cup
And he the wine which overflows
to lift us with him as he goes.
Till lost on his aerial rings
In light, and then the fancy sings.
Part of The Lark Asending - George Meredith 1907, which inspired Ralph Vaughan Williams' musical composition of the same name.
Apologies to Brits - not a lark, and not really ascending, but it’s all I have :) Think it’s a crested tern