A Lark of Sorrow

Of the days when you're just sad and there's no way to fix it.

Away in the peace of a deep green wood

I heard a lark sing the song that he could

Of love newly lost and unfortunate things

Comprised the tale that the lark could sing

Away! I cried, Be gone or be still!

Alas, moaned the lark, I am not yours to quell.