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 cheevo cheevio chee:

O where, what can thát be?

Weedio-weedio: there again!

So tiny a trickle of sóng-strain;

And all round not to be found

For brier, bough, furrow, or gréen ground

Before or behind or far or at hand

Either left either right

Anywhere in the súnlight.

Well, after all! Ah but hark—

'I am the little woodlark.

To-day the sky is two and two

With white strokes and strains of the blue

Round a ring, around a ring

And while I sail (must listen) I sing

The skylark is my cousin and he

Is known to men more than me

...when the cry within

Says Go on then I go on

Till the longing is less and the good gone

But down drop, if it says Stop,

To the all-a-leaf of the tréetop

And after that off the bough