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'''Description:''' #1 from ''[[3 Tennyson Elegies (Huub de Lange)|3 Tennyson Elegies]]'', recent musical settings of "Elegies in Memoriam A.H.H." (Elegies 67,50 and 12)
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'''Description:''' #1 from ''[[4 Tennyson Elegies (Huub de Lange)|4 Tennyson Elegies]]'', recent musical settings of "Elegies in Memoriam A.H.H." (Elegies 67,50, 12 and 14)
  
  

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Editor: Huub de Lange (submitted 2006-12-02).   Score information: A4, 4 pages   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes:

General Information

Title: A Moonlit Elegy
Composer: Huub de Lange
Lyricist: Alfred Tennyson

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SacredPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published: 2006

Description: #1 from 4 Tennyson Elegies, recent musical settings of "Elegies in Memoriam A.H.H." (Elegies 67,50, 12 and 14)


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Original text and translations

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When on my bed the moonlight falls,
I know that in thy place of rest
By that broad water of the west,
There comes a glory on the walls;

Thy marble bright in dark appears,
As slowly steals a silver flame
Along the letters of thy name,
And o'er the number of thy years.

The mystic glory swims away;
From off my bed the moonlight dies;
And closing eaves of wearied eyes
I sleep till dusk is dipt in gray:

And then I know the mist is drawn
A lucid veil from coast to coast,
And in the dark church like a ghost
Thy tablet glimmers to the dawn.