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Editor: Huub de Lange (submitted 2011-08-30).   Score information: A4, 10 pages   Copyright: Personal
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General Information

Title: I should not feel it to be strange
Composer: Huub de Lange
Lyricist: Alfred Tennyson

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published: 2011

Description: #4 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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If one should bring me this report,
That thou hadst touch’d the land to-day,
And I went down unto the quay,
And found thee lying in the port;

And standing, muffled round with woe,
Should see thy passengers in rank
Come stepping lightly down the plank,
And beckoning unto those they know;
 
And if along with these should come
The man I held as half-divine;
Should strike a sudden hand in mine,
And ask a thousand things of home;

And I should tell him all my pain,
And how my life had droop’d of late,
And he should sorrow o’er my state
And marvel what possess’d my brain;

And I perceived no touch of change,
No hint of death in all his frame,
But found him all in all the same,
I should not feel it to be strange.