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gerald finzi - from august 1914 كلمات أغنية

how still this quiet cornfield is to_night!
by an intenser glow the evening falls
bringing, not darkness, but a deeper light;
among the stooks a partridge covey calls

the windows glitter on the distant hill;
beyond the hedge the sheep_bells in the fold
stumble on sudden music and are still;
the forlorn pinewoods droop above the wold

an endless quiet valley reaches out
pat the blue hills into the evening sky;
over the stubble, cawing, goes a rout
of rooks from harvest, flagging as they fly

so beautiful it is, i never saw
so great a beauty on these english fields
touched by the twilight’s coming into awe
ripe to the soul and rich with summer’s yields

these homes, this valley spread below me here
the rooks, the tilted stacks, the beasts in pen
have been the heartfelt things, past_speaking dear
to unknown generations of dead men

who, century after century, held these farms
and, looking out to watch the changing sky
heard, as we hear, the rumours and alarms
of war at hand and danger pressing nigh
and knew, as we know, that the message meant
the breaking off of ties, the loss of friends
death, like a miser getting in his rent
and no new stones laid where the trackway ends

the harvest not yet won, the empty bin
the friendly horses taken from the stalls
the fallow on the hill not yet brought in
the cracks unplastered in the leaking walls

then sadly rose and left the well_loved downs
and so by ship to sea, and knew no more
the fields of home, the byres, the market towns
nor the dear outline of the english shore

- gerald finzi

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