The sky is full of light;
Beauty and brightness mark the hour
That parts the day and night.
Wake up! wake up! my own sweet love!
Raise up those beaming eyes,
To find an answering look above--
An image in the skies.
The lark! the lark! thine own sweet lark.
Pours forth his thrilling lay;
And all that's cold, and all that's dark,