wood-larks

Updated: July 13, 2025

But when the moon came the thinnest of silver half-hoops, very faint in the reflected rose from the west there was no sound except the song of the wood-larks. They persevered, although the sun was gone. Soon they, too, were hushed, and Hazel was folded in silence. She waited a long while. The chapel and the minister's house sank into the deepening night as into water.

Mary Gladys Meredith Webb - Gone to Earth