Sound of vernal showers，
On the twinkling grass，
Rain-awakened flowers，
All that ever was，
Joyous， and clear，and fresh，thy music doth surpass。.
Teach us，sprite or bird，
What sweet thoughts are thine，
I have never heard，
Praise of love or wine，
That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine。

—— Percy Bysshe Shelley《To a Skylark》 

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