Heraclitus, Op. 110, No. 4 (Charles Villiers Stanford)
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2017-11-22). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 56 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Reformatting of 10363, with minor adjustments to the underlay. MusicXML source file is in compressed .mxl format.
- Editor: Marco Gallo (submitted 2005-12-07). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 29 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: edited by Ilaria Zuccaro
External websites: performance of Heraclitus by dwsChorale
Original text and translations
They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead,
They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed.
I wept as I remember'd how often you and I
Had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky.
And now that thou art lying, my dear old Carian guest,
A handful of grey ashes, long, long ago at rest,
Still are thy pleasant voices, thy nightingales, awake;
For Death, he taketh all away, but them he cannot take.
William Cory (1823–1892) (Based on an epigramme by Callimachus)