I would I were an angel strong, An angel of the sun, hasting along! I would I were just come awake, A child outbursting from night`s dusky brake! Or lark whose inward, upward fate Mocks every wall that masks the heavenly gate! Or hopeful cock whose clarion clear Shrills ten times ere a film of dawn appear! Or but a glowworm: even then My light would come straight from the Light of Men! I am a dead seed, dark and slow: Father of larks and children, make me grow.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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