Duncan Campbell Scott - Ecstasy

The shore-lark soars to his topmost flight, <br />Sings at the height where morning springs, <br />What though his voice be lost in the light, <br />The light comes dropping from his wings. <br /> <br />Mount, my soul, and sing at the height <br />Of thy clear flight in the light and the air, <br />Heard or unheard in the night in the light <br />Sing there! Sing there!<br /><br />Duncan Campbell Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ecstasy-34/