THE GIANT'S HEART, 135
" I can only call;
I can't think. Let me up—that's all.
Let me drink! Thirsting all the long night For a drink of light."
By this time the lark was standing on the edge of his nest and looking at the children.
"Poor little things! You can't fly," said the lark.
" No ; but we can look up," said Tricksey.
" Ah, you don't know what it is to see the very first of the sun."
" But we know what it is to wait till he comes. He's no worse for your seeing him first, is he ? "
"Oh no, certainly not," answered the lark, with condescension ; and then, bursting into his Jubilate, he sprang aloft, clapping his wings like a clock running down.
" Tell us where—" began Buffy-Bob.