Write On: Shelley's Skylark .. Artwork by Jada Pelowski
December 4, 2021
Artwork by: Jada Pelowski
Roseau Community School
Art Teacher and Supervisor:
SOMEWHERE afield here
In Earth's oblivious eyeless trust
That moved a poet to prophecies
A pinch of unseen, unguarded dust.
The dust of the lark that Shelley heard,
And made immortal through times to be;
Though it only lived like another bird,
And knew not its immortality.
Lived its meek life; then, one day, fell,
A little ball of feather and bone;
And how it perished, when piped farewell,
And where it wastes, are alike unknown.
Maybe it rests in the loam I view,
Maybe it throbs in a myrtle's green,
Maybe it sleeps in the coming hue
Of a grape on the slopes of yon inland scene.
Go find it, faeries, go and find
That tiny pinch of priceless dust,
And bring a casket silver-lined,
And framed of gold that gems encrust;
And we will lay it safe therein,
And consecrate it to endless time;
For it inspired a bard to win
Ecstatic heights in thought and rhyme.
Thomas Hardy 1840-1928