Iris, part 8 (the lark in the clear air)

Dear thoughts are in my mind

And my soul soars enchanted

As I hear the sweet lark sing

In the clear air of the day

For a tender beaming smile

To my hope has been granted

And tomorrow she shall hear

All my fond heart would say

I should tell her all my love

All my souls adoration

And I think she will hear me

And will not say me nay

It is this that gives my soul

All its joyous elation

As I hear the sweet lark sing

In the clear air of the day