The year's at the spring, And days at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearled; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn; God's in His heavenö All's right with the world.

-Browning, Robert
Pippa Passes, pt.1.

The bisy larke, messager of day.

-Chaucer, Geoffrey
  Canterbury  Tales,'The Knight's Tale', l.1491.

And drowned in yonder living blue The lark become a sightless song.

-Tennyson
  In Memoriam A.H.H., canto115, l.7^8.