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Update from The House of Plague, Day 44
One of the unexpected gifts of Lockdown was Ralph Vaughan Williams:
He rises and begins to round,
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.
(From The Lark Ascending by George Meredith)
From Tumblr:
If you could have groceries and internet– Pick where to spent your quarantine in complete isolation.
(x)
For me - G, no question. (I look at it and just think 'South Downs cottage'.)
He rises and begins to round,
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.
(From The Lark Ascending by George Meredith)
From Tumblr:
If you could have groceries and internet– Pick where to spent your quarantine in complete isolation.
(x)
For me - G, no question. (I look at it and just think 'South Downs cottage'.)
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