The Lark Ascending - Again

"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 'til 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
'Til lost on his aerial rings
In light, and then the fancy sings."

Excerto do poema de George Meredith que V. Williams ressaltou no início da partitura da belíssima peça homônima, sem o "again".

DICA: ouvir a gravação de Nigel Kennedy com a Royal Philarmonic Orchestra, sob regência de Simon Rattle.