Wherefore their soul in me, or mine,
Through self-forgetfulness divine,
In them, that song aloft maintains,
To fill the sky and thrill the plains
With showerings drawn from human stores,
As he to silence nearer soars,
Extends the world at wings and dome,
More spacious making more our home,
Till lost upon his aerial rings
In light, and then the fancy sings.
from The Lark Ascending, by George Meredith
Ralph Vaughan Williams was born this day in 1874