William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
William Walton
Jane, Jane
Tall as a crane
The morning light creaks down again;
Comb your cockscomb-ragged hair
Jane, Jane, Come down the stair
Each dull blunt wooden stalactite
Of rain creaks, hardened by the light
Sounding like an overtone
From some lonely world unknown
But the creaking empty light
Will never harden into sight
Will never penetrate your brain
With overtoncs like the blunt rain
The light would show
(if it could harden)
Eternities of kitchen garden
Cockscomb flowers
That none will pluck
And wooden flowers
That 'gin to cluck
In the kitchen you must light
Flames as staring, red and white
As carrots or as turnips, shining
Where the old dawn light lies whining
Cockscomb hair on the cold wind
Hangs limp
Turns the milk's weak mind...
Jane, Jane
Tall as a crane
The morning light
Creaks down again!
Aubade was written by William Walton & Edith Sitwell.