Here you will find thePoemSadder than lark when loweringof poet Alfred Austin
Sadder than lark when lowering Clouds defend the sky; Sadder than wild swan pouring Death-notes ere it die; Sadder than winds imploring Shelter when storms are high,- Couldst thou be less than adoring, More sad were I. Happy as streamlet flowing 'Twixt banks of heathery peat; Happy as murmur going Through the inclining wheat; Happy as mother glowing Over her little one's feet,- I am happy in knowing, Thou'rt mine, my sweet!
