Familiar with thy melody, <br />We go debating of its power, <br />As churls, who hear it hour by hour, <br />Contemn the skylark's minstrelsy - <br /> <br />As shepherds on a Highland lea <br />Think lightly of the heather flower <br />Which makes the moorland's purple dower, <br />As far away as eye can see. <br /> <br />Let churl or shepherd change his sky, <br />And labour in the city dark, <br />Where there is neither air nor room - <br />How often will the exile sigh <br />To hear again the unwearied lark, <br />And see the heather's lavish bloom!<br /><br />Robert Fuller Murray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-alfred-tennyson-1883/
