Glorious Cage

Tis sweet the song of the merry lark,
Aloud to the noon's clear sky,
But sweeter to hark,to the splendid dark,
For a somber bird am I.

For never had been heard,
A song so opposing mirth,
For other birds sing of the sky,
While I sing of the earth.

The lark today visits I,
My heart shall swell with glee.
I know to call him back, tis in vain,
A free bird is he.

I suppose he'll come back again,
To visit this soul filled with sorrow.
And for once I'll sing a merry tune,
Let woe wait till tomorrow.


misha Kalachov