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*{{PostedDate|2019-08-23}} {{CPDLno|55143}} [[Media:Holst_-_Come_to_me.pdf|{{pdf}}]] | *{{PostedDate|2019-08-23}} {{CPDLno|55143}} [[Media:Holst_-_Come_to_me.pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:Holst_-_Come_to_me.mxl|{{XML}}]] | ||
{{Editor|Jan Wilke|2019-08-23}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|4|88}}{{Copy|CPDL}} | {{Editor|Jan Wilke|2019-08-23}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|4|88}}{{Copy|CPDL}} | ||
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==General Information== | ==General Information== | ||
{{Title|''Come to me''}} | |||
{{Composer|Gustav Holst}} | {{Composer|Gustav Holst}} | ||
{{Lyricist|Christina Rossetti}} | {{Lyricist|Christina Rossetti}} | ||
{{Voicing|4|SATB}} | {{Voicing|4|SATB}} | ||
{{Genre|Secular|Partsongs}} | {{Genre|Secular|Partsongs}} | ||
{{Language|English}} | {{Language|English}} | ||
{{Instruments|A cappella}} | {{Instruments|A cappella}} | ||
{{Pub|1|1902}} | {{Pub|1|1902}} | ||
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==Original text and translations== | ==Original text and translations== | ||
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- Editor: Jan Wilke (submitted 2019-08-23). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 88 kB Copyright: CPDL
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General Information
Title: Come to me
Composer: Gustav Holst
Lyricist: Christina Rossetti
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 1902
Description:
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Original text and translations
English text
Come to me in the silence of the night,
come in the speaking silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
as sunlight on a stream;
Come back in tears,
O memory, hope, love of finished years.
Oh dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet,
whose wakening should have been in Paradise,
Where souls brimful of love abide and meet,
where thirsting, longing eyes
watch the slow door
that opening, letting in, lets out no more.
Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live
my very life again though cold in death:
Come back to me in dreams, that I may give
pulse for pulse, breath for breath
Speak low, lean low,
as long ago, my love, how long ago.