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Enjoy The Lark Ascending (1914), composed by (Ralph) Vaughan Williams (1872-1958) and performed by the London Philharmonic Orchestra with David Nolan on violin and Vernon Handley conducting (image: The Cornfield, 1826, by John Constable):
Vaughan Williams inscribed these lines from George Meredith's 1881 poem "The Lark Ascending" on the flyleaf of his published tone poem:
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.
An ethereal, truly lovely, mystical thing.
ReplyDeleteJust what we need to help soothe our nerves in the midst of the Maelstrom –– at least until we lose power!
Thank you.
Good choice, AOW.
ReplyDeleteHope you're secure, FreeThinke.
I figured that all of us could use some serene music.
ReplyDeleteFreeThinke had the hatches battened down yesterday and was sanguine when I spoke with him, but now I see the storm has changed course. He could end up without internet connectivity or cell coverage.
ReplyDeleteSF,
DeleteFT has hunkered down in one of the most dangerous area.