Only Benjamin Britten could so perfectly evoke the image of falling snow through sound: https://youtube/watch?v=KH9xNTX7lAw In the bleak mid-winter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak mid-winter Long ago. [Christina Rossetti] He bare him up, he bare him down, He bare him into an orchard brown. Lully, lullay, lully, lullay! The falcon has borne my mate away. In that orchard there was a hall That was hanged with purple and pall; Lully, lullay, lully, lullay! The falcon has borne my mate away. And in that hall there was a bed: It was hanged with gold so red; Lully, lullay, lully, lullay! The falcon has borne my mate away. And in that bed there lies a knight, His wounds bleeding day and night; Lully, lullay, lully, lullay! The falcon has borne my mate away. By that bed’s side there kneels a maid, And she weeps both night and day; Lully, lullay, lully, lullay! The falcon has borne my mate away. And by that bed’s side there stands a stone, “Corpus Christi written thereon. Lully, lullay, lully, lullay! The falcon has borne my mate away. [Anon. 15th century]
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