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The daylight is dying | |||
Away in the west, | |||
The wild birds are flying | |||
in silence to rest; | |||
In leafage and frondage | |||
Where shadows are deep, | |||
They pass to its bondage-- | |||
The kingdom of sleep | |||
And watched in their sleeping | |||
By stars in the height, | |||
They rest in your keeping, | |||
O wonderful night. | |||
When night doth her glories | |||
Of starshine unfold, | |||
'Tis then that the stories | |||
Of bush-land are told. | |||
Unnumbered I told them | |||
In memories bright, | |||
But who could unfold them, | |||
Or read them aright? | |||
Beyond all denials | |||
The stars in their glories, | |||
The breeze in the myalls, | |||
Are part of these stories. | |||
The waving of grasses, | |||
The song of the river | |||
That sings as it passes | |||
For ever and ever, | |||
The hobble-chains' rattle, | |||
The calling of birds, | |||
The lowing of cattle | |||
Must blend with the words. | |||
Unnumbered I told them | |||
In memories bright, | Without these, indeed you | ||
But who could unfold them, | Would find it ere long, | ||
Or read them aright? | As though I should read you | ||
Beyond all denials | The words of a song | ||
The stars in their glories, | That lamely would linger | ||
The breeze in the myalls, | When lacking the rune, | ||
Are part of these stories. | The voice of a singer, | ||
The lilt of the tune. | |||
The waving of grasses, | |||
The song of the river | But as one halk-bearing | ||
That sings as it passes | An old-time refrain, | ||
For ever and ever, | With memory clearing, | ||
The hobble-chains' rattle, | Recalls it again, | ||
The calling of birds, | These tales roughly wrought of | ||
The lowing of cattle | The Bush and its ways, | ||
Must blend with the words. | May call back a thought of | ||
The wandering days; | |||
Without these, indeed you | And, blending with each | ||
Would find it ere long, | In the memories that throng | ||
As though I should read you | There haply shall reach | ||
The words of a song | You some echo of song.}} | ||
That lamely would linger | |||
When lacking the rune, | |||
The voice of a singer, | |||
The lilt of the tune. | |||
But as one halk-bearing | |||
An old-time refrain, | |||
With memory clearing, | |||
Recalls it again, | |||
These tales roughly wrought of | |||
The Bush and its ways, | |||
May call back a thought of | |||
The wandering days; | |||
And, blending with each | |||
In the memories that throng | |||
There haply shall reach | |||
You some echo of song. | |||
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- Editor: Huub de Lange (submitted 2008-07-03). Score information: A4, 18 pages, 422 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: Includes piano-choral score and separate piano accompaniment score.
General Information
Title: The daylight is dying
Composer: Huub de Lange
Lyricist: A.B. Banjo Patersoncreate page
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
Published: 2008
Description: #4 from 4 Romantic Poems, recent settings of poems by Emily Dickinson, William Blake, Alice Stuart and A.B. Banjo Paterson
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Original text and translations
English text
The daylight is dying
Away in the west,
The wild birds are flying
in silence to rest;
In leafage and frondage
Where shadows are deep,
They pass to its bondage--
The kingdom of sleep
And watched in their sleeping
By stars in the height,
They rest in your keeping,
O wonderful night.
When night doth her glories
Of starshine unfold,
'Tis then that the stories
Of bush-land are told.
Unnumbered I told them
In memories bright,
But who could unfold them,
Or read them aright?
Beyond all denials
The stars in their glories,
The breeze in the myalls,
Are part of these stories.
The waving of grasses,
The song of the river
That sings as it passes
For ever and ever,
The hobble-chains' rattle,
The calling of birds,
The lowing of cattle
Must blend with the words.
Without these, indeed you
Would find it ere long,
As though I should read you
The words of a song
That lamely would linger
When lacking the rune,
The voice of a singer,
The lilt of the tune.
But as one halk-bearing
An old-time refrain,
With memory clearing,
Recalls it again,
These tales roughly wrought of
The Bush and its ways,
May call back a thought of
The wandering days;
And, blending with each
In the memories that throng
There haply shall reach
You some echo of song.