And Singing Still Dost Soar, And Soaring Ever Singest. The Earth Was Green, The Sky Was Blue: I Saw And Heard One Sunny Morn A Skylark Hang Between The Two, A Singing Speck Above The Corn; A Stage Below, In Gay Accord, White Butterflies Danced On The Wing, And Still The Singing Skylark Soared And Silent Sank, And Soared To Sing. The Cornfield Stretched A Tender Green To Right And Left Beside My Walks; I Knew He Had A Nest Unseen Somewhere Among The Million Stalks: And As I Paused To Hear His Song While Swift The Sunny Moments Slid, Perhaps His Mate Sat Listening Long, And Listened Longer Than I Did.