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==Music files== | ==Music files== | ||
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{{Editor|Huub de Lange|2008-07-03}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|18|422}}{{Copy|Personal}} | {{Editor|Huub de Lange|2008-07-03}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|18|422}}{{Copy|Personal}} | ||
: | :{{EdNotes|Includes piano-choral score and separate piano accompaniment score.}} | ||
==General Information== | ==General Information== | ||
{{Title|''The daylight is dying''}} | |||
{{Composer|Huub de Lange}} | {{Composer|Huub de Lange}} | ||
{{Lyricist|A.B. Banjo Paterson}} | {{Lyricist|A.B. Banjo Paterson}} | ||
{{Voicing|4|SATB}} | {{Voicing|4|SATB}} | ||
{{Genre|Secular|Partsongs}} | {{Genre|Secular|Partsongs}} | ||
{{Language|English}} | {{Language|English}} | ||
{{Instruments|Piano}} | {{Instruments|Piano}} | ||
{{Pub|1|2008}} | |||
{{Descr|#4 from ''[[Four Romantic Poems (Huub de Lange)|Four 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== | ==Original text and translations== | ||
{{Text|English| | {{Text|English| | ||
The daylight is dying | The daylight is dying | ||
Away in the west, | Away in the west, | ||
The wild birds are flying | The wild birds are flying | ||
in silence to rest; | in silence to rest; | ||
In leafage and frondage | In leafage and frondage | ||
Where shadows are deep, | Where shadows are deep, | ||
They pass to its bondage-- | They pass to its bondage-- | ||
The kingdom of sleep | The kingdom of sleep | ||
And watched in their sleeping | And watched in their sleeping | ||
By stars in the height, | By stars in the height, | ||
They rest in your keeping, | They rest in your keeping, | ||
O wonderful night. | O wonderful night. | ||
When night doth her glories | When night doth her glories | ||
Of starshine unfold, | Of starshine unfold, | ||
'Tis then that the stories | 'Tis then that the stories | ||
Of bush-land are told. | Of bush-land are told. | ||
Unnumbered I told them | Unnumbered I told them | ||
In memories bright, | In memories bright, | ||
But who could unfold them, | But who could unfold them, | ||
Or read them aright? | Or read them aright? | ||
Beyond all denials | Beyond all denials | ||
The stars in their glories, | The stars in their glories, | ||
The breeze in the myalls, | The breeze in the myalls, | ||
Are part of these stories. | Are part of these stories. | ||
The waving of grasses, | The waving of grasses, | ||
The song of the river | The song of the river | ||
That sings as it passes | That sings as it passes | ||
For ever and ever, | For ever and ever, | ||
The hobble-chains' rattle, | The hobble-chains' rattle, | ||
The calling of birds, | The calling of birds, | ||
The lowing of cattle | The lowing of cattle | ||
Must blend with the words. | Must blend with the words. | ||
Without these, indeed you | Without these, indeed you | ||
Would find it ere long, | Would find it ere long, | ||
As though I should read you | As though I should read you | ||
The words of a song | The words of a song | ||
That lamely would linger | That lamely would linger | ||
When lacking the rune, | When lacking the rune, | ||
The voice of a singer, | The voice of a singer, | ||
The lilt of the tune. | The lilt of the tune. | ||
But as one halk-bearing | But as one halk-bearing | ||
An old-time refrain, | An old-time refrain, | ||
With memory clearing, | With memory clearing, | ||
Recalls it again, | Recalls it again, | ||
These tales roughly wrought of | These tales roughly wrought of | ||
The Bush and its ways, | The Bush and its ways, | ||
May call back a thought of | May call back a thought of | ||
The wandering days; | The wandering days; | ||
And, blending with each | And, blending with each | ||
In the memories that throng | In the memories that throng | ||
There haply shall reach | There haply shall reach | ||
You some echo of song.}} | 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
First published: 2008
Description: #4 from Four Romantic Poems, recent settings of poems by Emily Dickinson, William Blake, Alice Stuart and A.B. Banjo Paterson
External websites:
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.