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'''Genre:''' [[:Category:Secular music|Secular]], [[:Category:Art songs|Art song]] <br> | '''Genre:''' [[:Category:Secular music|Secular]], [[:Category:Art songs|Art song]] <br> | ||
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CPDL #16323: Sibelius 4
- Editor: John Henry Fowler (added 2008-3-11). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 73 kbytes Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: File Sizes: PDF: 70 KB, MIDI: 11 KB, Sib4: 45 KB.
- This edition is dedicated in fond memory of Edward Hamilton - (1947-2008) - Resquiet in Pace.
General Information
Title: Through the Ivory Gate
Composer: Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
Number of voices: 1v Voicing: Solo Tenor
Genre: Secular, Art song
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published: 1895
Description:
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Original text and translations
English text
- I had a dream last night
- Dream of a friend that is dead
- He came with dawn's first light
- And stood beside my bed:
- And as he there did stand,
- With gesture fine and fair,
- He passed a wan white hand
- Over my tumbled hair,
- Saying: "No friendship dieth
- With death of any day,
- No true friendship lieth
- Cold with lifeless clay.
- "Though our boyhood's playtime,
- Be gone with summer's breath,
- No friendship fades with Maytime
- No friendship dies with death."
- Then answer had I made
- But that the rapture deep
- Did hold me, half afraid
- To mar that rose of sleep
- So with closed eyes I lay,
- Lord of the vision fair;
- And when 'twas perfect day
- Only the day was there.
- Lyrics: Julian Sturgis (1848-1904)
- published in 1895