"He rises and begins to round,
he drops the silver chain of sound
... and ever winging up and up,
Our valley in his golden cup,
And he with wine which overflows
to lift us with him as he goes.
Til lost on his aerial rings,
In light, and then the fancy sings."
lines by George Meredith added by Vaughan Williams as preface to his score of "The Lark Ascending"
It's a soft warm summer evening here in the Pacific Northwest and the music suits it fine.
