Analysis of Skylark

I am silenced by your splendour
Your whisping light-being fair
The tan of the beach carries you where?
Skylark, they call you;
Of least concern.
But you are more prescious than ever a women could discern.

Oh to be a skylark flying on tender earth
Fascinated by variety
Tiny as prebirth
Swiftly fly your wings
Then captured in our art
Yet we cannot describe enough
How our hearts do start
When our eyes follow yours
Gliding into our lives
And for a moment you offer a verse
To break many an evil curse

Oh dear sweet skylark
Take my mind astray
For your little life so nestled
In my soul I pray
That you will take me with you
As you spin about the world
And pass throughout the underbrush
Making the rush without a hush
I wish I wish to touch your wings
The softest of many things
Many
many
many things
Skylark, skylark, skylark
Once again, I am silenced by your splendour