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:'''Editor:''' [[User:Huub de Lange|Huub de Lange]] ''(added 2008-07-03)''. '''Score information: '''A4, 9 pages, 83 kbytes '''Copyright:''' [[ChoralWiki:Personal|Personal]] | :'''Editor:''' [[User:Huub de Lange|Huub de Lange]] ''(added 2008-07-03)''. '''Score information: '''A4, 9 pages, 83 kbytes '''Copyright:''' [[ChoralWiki:Personal|Personal]] | ||
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- Editor: Huub de Lange (added 2008-07-03). Score information: A4, 9 pages, 83 kbytes Copyright: Personal
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General Information
Title: A Light Exists In Spring
Composer: Huub de Lange
Lyricist: Emily Dickinson
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
Published: 2008
Description: #1 from 4 Romantic Poems, recent settings of poems by Emily Dickinson, William Blake, Alice Stuart and A.B. Banjo Peterson
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Original text and translations
English text
A light exists in spring
Not present on the year
At any other period.
When March is scarcely here
A color stands abroad
On solitary hills
That science cannot overtake,
But human naturefeels.
It waits upon the lawn;
It shows the furthest tree
Upon the furthest slope we know;
It almost speaks to me.
Then, as horizons step,
Or noons report away,
Without the formula of sound,
It passes, and we stay:
A quality of loss
Affecting our content,
As trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a sacrament.
Emily Dickinson