The tone poem "The Lark Ascending" by Ralph Vaughn Williams — music to soothe the soul in these contentious days of the second decade of the Twenty-first Century:
The above piece, which has an interesting history, is based on these lines from the "The Lark Ascending" by George Meredith:
He rises and begins to round,The entire poem is HERE.
He drops the silver chain of sound,
Of many links without a break,
In chirrup, whistle, slur and shake.
For singing till his heaven fills,
‘Tis love of earth that he instils,
And ever winging up and up,
Our valley is his golden cup
And he the wine which overflows
to lift us with him as he goes.
Till lost on his aerial rings
In light, and then the fancy sings.