I am trying to find this poem for a friend who leaned it in school in the 40s

"Lark,skylark dropping your ribbed and round
pebbles of sound in ------ still lake."

She thinks this is the first line.

Lark, skylark, spilling your rubbed and round,
pebbles of sound in air's still lake,
whose widening circles fill the noon;
yet none is known so small behind the sun:
Be strong your fervent soaring, your skyward air!
Tremble there, a nerve of song!
Float up there where voice and wing are one, a singing star,
a note of light!
Bouyed, embayed in heaven's noon-wide reaches
- For soon light's tide will turn-oh stay!
Cease not till day streams to the west, then down T
That estuary drop down to peace.

I believe ( but I am not sure) it can be found in
The collected poems of C. Day Lewis (1904-1972)
it was later ( circa 1943) turned into a song

Lark,Skylark spilling your rubbed and round

Who is the author. Thank you very much for finding this poem.

I mentioned above
we posted almost at the same time
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I believe ( but I am not sure) it can be found in
The collected poems of C. Day Lewis (1904-1972)
it was later ( circa 1943) turned into a song

Fairly sure it's by Day Lewis and the title's Ecstatic. I'll check.

It's The Ecstatic. You'll find it in Day Lewis's Collected ~Poems and the recent Enitharmon Selected Poems.

Very many thanks to you all for finding this lost poem for me.Ive looked for years forLark,skylark`, which was on the external exam syllabus when I taught Eng. Lit. in the 1960s. Many times over the years I spoke aloud only the first couple of lines, as that high flyer soared and sang over our Kent countryside.This is a fine introduction to the forum. Thankyou!

Glad you found us David. Not so many skylarks here in Kent these days, sadly.

Stephen

Reading this I was puzzled by 'behind the sun' Googled the poem and poem of the day has it as 'beside the sun', as does the online copy at Living in time, so I think the version here has a typo.

Sorry to be a pedant, but I know Ilza likes have things right!

Well spotted, Marian. Poetry lovers are naturally pedantic about getting things right.

Unfortunately, only Ilza can edit her own post, and I'm not sure whether she still visits this Forum.

If she does, she might also correct the spelling of "Buoyed" and remove the stray T at the end of the second-last line.

Ian

my email address changed, and so did my original log-in registration
I just don't seem to be able to recover it
... or edit old posts
anyway, here is the poem again, and I thank you all for correcting it
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Lark, skylark, spilling your rubbed and round,
pebbles of sound in air's still lake,
whose widening circles fill the noon; yet none
is known so small beside the sun

Be strong your fervent soaring, your skyward air !
Tremble there, a nerve of song !
Float up there where voice and wing are one,
a singing star, a note of light !

Buoyed, embayed in heaven's noon-wide reaches
- For soon light's tide will turn - oh stay !
Cease not till day streams to the west, then down
That estuary drop down to peace.

Ilza, good to see you here again!

Well, maybe you can comprose the poem all by yourself!
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