• O Lark! Your melody echos in my minds ear;
    Whats this? your beautiful chirping ceased?
    It lingers in the air? Why has it left?
    O, but your melody had just began.

    Dear Lark, beautiful creature;
    Surely you are not hurt?
    Cry out my petite Lark! I know you cannot fly just yet,
    Nor perceive the world without perceiving immense happiness and good.
    No! you are not invincible my love, you are just a child.

    Watch yourself! Not all is as it seems;
    your singing abated, all is eerie.

    Beautiful Lark, where have you gone? I hear no beautiful melody,
    I hear nothing but the wind.

    O Lark! You are not by the placid lake, nor the willow?
    Is that you, tangled in the thorns down in the rut by the cliff? Your dress so tattered and dirty, neck so twisted. Skin so pale?

    O Lark! What has become of you? Surely, this cannot be;

    Once so delicate and innocent. Now so lifeless and cold, this must be death.

    I see a pale figure, so young, so lifeless.
    O! Lark, your face is hidden behind a brilliant red rose, I cannot see the last of your beauty. Nor I can I hear any soft breathing.
    Are the thorns that entangle you now your tomb?

    O Poor Lark;
    In my minds ear, your sweet melody echos there.
    Ringing delicately, reminding me of you.