Tuesday, May 26, 2015

The Meadow Lark


Listen to:

The Meadowlark (:55)

by Paul Laurence Dunbar

performed by Bob Gonzalez, rhapsode



Though the winds be dank,
   And the sky be sober,
      And the grieving Day
      In a mantle gray
   Hath let her waiting maiden robe her,—
      All the fields along
      I can hear the song
Of the meadow lark,
      As she flits and flutters,
      And laughs at the thunder when it mutters.
      O happy bird, of heart most gay
      To sing when skies are gray!

When the clouds are full,
   And the tempest master
      Lets the loud winds sweep
      From his bosom deep
   Like heralds of some dire disaster,
      Then the heart alone
      To itself makes moan;
And the songs come slow,
      While the tears fall fleeter,
      And silence than song by far seems sweeter.
      Oh, few are they along the way
      Who sing when skies are gray!



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