Charles Ives
Charles Ives
Charles Ives
Charles Ives
Charles Ives
Charles Ives
Charles Ives
Charles Ives
Charles Ives
Charles Ives
Charles Ives
Charles Ives
Charles Ives
The ripe corn bends low
When the wind blows fair
Like curtseying maidens
Curts'ying maidens
With golden hair
Dark billows reflect
The gath'ring clouds;
The white foam is frothing
Like tossing shrouds
Winds are sobbing
In pinetree wood
The moor is a king's robe
Stained with blood
The wild rose sleeps above the pool
Round her sleepeth every leaf;
The night air, soft and cool
Cradles them all above the pool
And all their shadows sleep beneath
Pictures was written by Charles Ives.