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Today, once again was bright and sunny, and as I strolled round Bockhill farm the fantastic song of the Skylark continuously filled the air. As one lifted off I tried to get a series of shots, unfortunately the sun was always in the wrong direction, so this group of six was the best I got.
Ralph Vaughan Williams piece "The Lark Ascending" was inspired by a poem by George Meredith (1828-1909). The composer included this portion of Meredith's poem on the flyleaf of the published work:
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.
The whole poem is 122 lines long and can be found here. The better known Ode to a Skylark by Percy Bysshe Shelley is here.