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{{Editor|Huub de Lange|2008-07-03}}'''Score information:''' A4, 15 pages   {{Copy|Personal}}
{{Editor|Huub de Lange|2008-07-03}}'''Score information:''' A4, 15 pages   {{Copy|Personal}}
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Editor: Huub de Lange (submitted 2008-07-03).   Score information: A4, 15 pages   Copyright: Personal
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General Information

Title: In a Green Arbour
Composer: Huub de Lange
Lyricist: Alice V. Stuart (1899-1983)

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: Piano
Published: 2008

Description: #3 from 4 Romantic Poems, recent settings of poems by Emily Dickinson, William Blake, Alice V. Stuart and A.B. Banjo Peterson

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Original text and translations

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In a green arbour, down by the water side,
There as I lay, I heard a bird complain:
‘Sweet, sweet is love in the flowering springtime,
but O flown, flown in the cold autumn rain.’

I turned as I lay, and looked at my loved one
Lying there lightly, and breathing so near,
And in the first sunlight ashift through the branches
I learned me by heart the looks of my dear.

Though fate should bereave me, or fickle love leave me,
I hold my love safely, where nothing can us part,
And it still springtime, and the birds still carolling,
In the green aisles of memory, deep in my heart.