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'''Title:''' ''Imitation''<br> | '''Title:''' ''Imitation''<br> | ||
{{Composer|Jonathan Adams}} | {{Composer|Jonathan Adams}} | ||
{{Lyricist|Edgar Allan Poe}} | |||
'''Number of voices:''' 6vv '''Voicing:''' SSATTB<br> | '''Number of voices:''' 6vv '''Voicing:''' SSATTB<br> | ||
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<poem> | |||
A dark unfathomed tide | |||
Of interminable pride, | |||
A mystery and a dream, | |||
Should my early life seem; | |||
I say that dream was fraught | |||
With a wild and waking thought | |||
Of beings that have been, | |||
Which my spirit hath not seen. | |||
Had I let them pass me by, | |||
With a dreaming eye! | |||
Let none of earth inherit | |||
That vision of my spirit; | |||
Those thoughts I would control, | |||
As a spell upon his soul: | |||
For that bright hope at last | |||
And that light time have past, | |||
And my worldly rest hath gone | |||
With a sigh as it passed on. | |||
</poem> | |||
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Revision as of 21:26, 24 March 2009
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- CPDL #6901:
- Editor: Jonathan Adams (submitted 2004-04-07). Score information: Letter, 5 pages, 172 kbytes Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: Imitation
Composer: Jonathan Adams
Lyricist: Edgar Allan Poe
Number of voices: 6vv Voicing: SSATTB
Genre: Secular, Partsongs
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published:
Description:
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Original text and translations
English text
A dark unfathomed tide
Of interminable pride,
A mystery and a dream,
Should my early life seem;
I say that dream was fraught
With a wild and waking thought
Of beings that have been,
Which my spirit hath not seen.
Had I let them pass me by,
With a dreaming eye!
Let none of earth inherit
That vision of my spirit;
Those thoughts I would control,
As a spell upon his soul:
For that bright hope at last
And that light time have past,
And my worldly rest hath gone
With a sigh as it passed on.