Knight's Return, The. 
By Kingsley, Charles. 


Hark! hark! hark!
The lark sings high in the dark.
The werewolves mutter, the nighthawks moan,
The raven croaks from the Raven-stone;
What care I for his boding groan,
Riding the moorland to come to my own?
Hark! hark! hark!
The lark sings high in the dark.

Hark! hark! hark!
The lark sings high in the dark.
Long have I wandered by land and by sea,
Long have I ridden by moorland and lea;
Yonder she sits with my babe on her knee,
Sits at the window and watches for me!
Hark! hark! hark!
The lark sings high in the dark.