Solitary singing lost in the valley

"And towards evening, as the sun sank red as fire, and the countryside veiled with sadness, you met the long files of Mazzaro's ploughs coming home softly, wearily from the fallow land, and the oxen slowly crossing the ford, with their muzzles in the dark water; and you saw on the far-off grazing land of Canziria, on the naked slope, the immense whitish blotches of the flocks of Mazzara; and you heard the shepherd's pipe resounding through the gullies, and the bell of the ram sometimes ringing sometimes not, and the solitary singing lost in the valley ..."

-Giovanni Verga, Little Novels Of Sicily