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If one should bring me this report, | If one should bring me this report, | ||
That thou hadst touch’d the land to-day, | That thou hadst touch’d the land to-day, | ||
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- CPDL #24306:
- 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: Secular, Partsong
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
English text
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.