After Vespers today (I love the word Vespers - it sounds to me like whispers, wisps of praise wafting up to heaven) Emily performed 'A little night music', singing a collection of songs in the Sidney Chapel with piano accompaniment. I need not say she sounded utterly beautiful. I felt rather emotional listening to the songs, and the third song in particular - Silent Noon by Vaughan Williams, for some reason dragged a dream I had long ago back to the surface of my mind.
A beautiful dream - I am wearing white, and beside me my lover is wearing white, and we are in Silver Birches, and we are painting the walls white. Then we are in the gardens lying down in the closeness of the grass, the pinky-white underbellies of daisies, and he slides his hand under my t shirt and lays it on my back so that I can feel both how warm and strong his hand is and how soft and safe I feel under it.
Silent Noon
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,—
The finger-points look through like rosy blooms:
Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms
'Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass.
All round our nest, far as the eye can pass,
Are golden kingcup fields with silver edge
Where the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorn-hedge.
'Tis visible silence, still as the hour-glass.
Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly
Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky:—
So this wing'd hour is dropt to us from above.
Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower,
This close-companioned inarticulate hour
When twofold silence was the song of love.
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