Brave Blue World

By OlliEcological


A quick blip tonight. Went for a wander up on Selsley common to miss the sunset (!) and enjoy the breeze.

The Severn Vale is looking beautiful and verdant - as it bloody well should do after all this rain - and the reflection of Hafren in the evening light always makes me feel warm. Even more enchanting were the Skylarks with their heart-swellingly beautiful burbling and liquid warbling song the only (literally) thing audible above the rustling of grass in the wind. A certain Mr. Wordsworth quite liked them too;

To the Skylark

Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky!
Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound?
Or while the wings aspire, are heart and eye
Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground?
Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will,
Those quivering wings composed, that music still!

To the last point of vision, and beyond
Mount, daring warbler!-that love-prompted strain
-'Twixt thee and thine a never-failing bond-
Thrills not the less the bosom of the plain:
Yet might'st thou seem, proud privilege! to sing
All independent of the leafy Spring.

Leave to the nightingale her shady wood;
A privacy of glorious light is thine,
Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood
Of harmony, with instinct more divine;
Type of the wise, who soar, but never roam-
True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home.

Beautiful. Don't you agree?

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