Sing There
The shore-lark soars to his topmost flight,
Sings at the height where morning springs,
What though his voice be lost in the light,
The light comes dropping from his wings.
Mount, my soul, and sing at the height
Of thy clear flight in the light and the air,
Heard or unheard in the night in the light
Sing there! Sing there!
Words by Duncan Campbell Scott
Photography by Pryere - Pryere
Painting using acrylics, gouache, pigment and ink
for Flickriver - Sophie Shapiro
Sing There
The shore-lark soars to his topmost flight,
Sings at the height where morning springs,
What though his voice be lost in the light,
The light comes dropping from his wings.
Mount, my soul, and sing at the height
Of thy clear flight in the light and the air,
Heard or unheard in the night in the light
Sing there! Sing there!
Words by Duncan Campbell Scott
Photography by Pryere - Pryere
Painting using acrylics, gouache, pigment and ink
for Flickriver - Sophie Shapiro