A Lark ascending (thoughts on Vaughan Williams)
And the lark ascends under heavy skies
in ashen blood she freely flies
She twists and turns to flee the field
the Sun alone will see her yield
Like spirits called beyond the death
the Lark borne home upon their breath
Vaughan Williams began writing “The Lark Ascending” prior to his departure to France in WW1, it was only completed upon his return at which time his world view had most likely changed somewhat. This is a beautifully English piece of music and to me represents the loss of a generation and the hope of the next one.