Come, sing me a song of the succulent spring,
Oh the balmy and beautiful season,
Come, chirp me a chant of the peewit on wing,
Or any fair fowl within reason.
Yes, lisp me a lyric of lilies and languor,
Of maids from Kidwelly and lasses from Bangor.
There was a pearl-pale moon that slid
Down oceans of ambrosial sky,
Under the drooping of the day’s dusk-lid
Where darkness and her wine-waves lie
And at the full nocturnal hour
She twined her splendid, curving hair,
And bent her body like a flower.
Excerpt: The evolution of the motion-picture from the crude experimentalism of pre-war years to the polished artistry of today has taken place during a very short period. It was not until the beginning of the twentieth century that it was possible to present natural things in natural motion on a screen. Today, less than thirty years later, every shade of physical emotion, however slight or subtle, can be shown among natural and often naturally coloured surroundings.
Further information: Dylan loved to visit the cinema and had a lifelong passion for film.