As I walked out one evening, Walking down Bristol Street, The crowds upon the pavement Were fields of harvest wheat. And down by the brimming river I heard a lover sing Under an arch of the railway: "Love has no ending. "I'll love you, dear, I'll love you Till China and Afica meet, And the river jumps over the mountain And the salmon sing in the street. "I'll love you till the ocean Is folded and hung up to dry And the seven stars go squawking Like geese about the sky. "The years shall run like rabbits, For in my arms I hold The Flower of the Ages, And the first love of the world." But all the clocks in the city Began to whirr and chime: "O let not Time deceive you You cannot conquer Time. "In the burrows of the Nightmare Where Justice naked is, Time watches from the shadow And coughs when you would kiss. "In headaches and in worry Vaguely life leaks away, And time will have his fancy To-morrow or to-day. "Into many a green valley Drifts the appalling snow; Time breaks the threaded dances And the diver's brilliant bow. "O plunge your hands in water Plunge them up to the wrist; Stare, stare in the basin And wonder what you've missed." "The glacier knocks in the cupboard, The desert sighs in the bed, And the crack in the tea-cup opens A lane to the land of the dead. "Where the beggars raffle the banknotes And the Giant is enchanting to Jack, And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer And Jill goes down on her back." "O look, look in the mirror, O look in your distress; Life remains a blessing Although you cannot bless." "O stand, stand at the window As the tears scald and start; You shall love your crooked neighbor With your crooked heart." It was late, late in the evening The lovers they were gone; The clocks had ceased their chiming, And the deep river ran on.
Death's Echo -- 5 songs for Baritone and Piano
Song Cycle by Juliana Hall (b. 1958)
1. As I walked out one evening  [sung text not yet checked]
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- by W. H. (Wystan Hugh) Auden (1907 - 1973), "Song"
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First published in New Statesman and Nation, January 1938Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
2. If I could tell you  [sung text not yet checked]
Time will say nothing but I told you so, Time only knows the price we have to pay; If I could tell you I would let you know. If we should weep when clowns put on their show, If we should stumble when musicians play, Time will say nothing but I told you so. There are no fortunes to be told, although, Because I love you more than I can say, If I could tell you I would let you know. The winds must come from somewhere when the blow, There must be reasons why the leaves decay; Time will say nothing but I told you so. Perhaps the roses really want to grow, The vision seriously intends to stay; If I could tell you I would let you know. Suppose the lions all get up and go, And all the brooks and soldiers run away; Will Time say nothing but I told you so? If I could tell you I would let you know.
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- by W. H. (Wystan Hugh) Auden (1907 - 1973)
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Researcher for this page: Jeroen Scholten3. Death's echo  [sung text not yet checked]
"O who can ever gaze his fill," Farmer and fisherman say, "On native shore and local hill, Grudge aching limb or callus on the hand? Father, grandfather stood upon this land, And here the pilgrims from our loins will stand." So farmer and fisherman say in their fortunate hey-day: But Death's low answer drifts across Empty catch or harvest loss Or an unlucky May. The earth is an oyster with nothing inside it, Not to be born is the best for man; The end of toil is a bailiff's order, Throw down the mattock and dance while you can. "O life's too short for friends who share," travellers think in their hearts, "The city's common bed, the air The mountain bivouac and the bathing beach, Where incidents draw every day from each Memorable gesture and witty speech." So travellers think in their hearts, Till malice or circumstance parts them from their constant humour: And slyly Death's coercive rumour In that moment starts. A friend is the old tale of Narcissus, Not to be born is the best for man; An active partner in something disgraceful, Change your partner, dance while you can. "O stretch your hands across the sea." The impassioned lover cries, "Stretch them towards your harm and me. Our grass is green, and sensual our brief bed, The stream sings at its foot, and at its head The mild and vegetarian beasts are fed." So the impassioned lover cries Till the storm of pleasure dies: From the bedposts and the rocks Death's enticing echo mocks, And his voice replies. The greater the love, the more false to its object, Not to be born is the best for man; After the kiss comes the impulse to throttle, Break the embraces, dance while you can. "I see the guilty world forgiven," Dreamer and drunkard sing, "The ladders let down out of heaven, The laurel springing from the martyr's blood, The children skipping where the weeper stood, The lovers natural and beasts all good." So dreamer and drunkard sing, Till day their sobriety bring: Parrotwise with Death's reply From whelping fear and nesting lie, Woods and their echoes ring. The desires of the heart are as crooked as corkscrews, Not to be born is the best for man; The second-best is a formal order, Dance, dance, for the figure is easy, The tune is catching and will not stop; Dance till the stars come down from the rafters; Dance, dance, dance till you drop.
Authorship:
- by W. H. (Wystan Hugh) Auden (1907 - 1973), "Death's echo"
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]4. No time  [sung text not yet checked]
Clocks cannot tell our time of day For what event to pray Because we have no time, because We have no time until We know what time we fill, Why time is other than time was. Nor can our question satisfy The answer in the statue's eye: Only the living ask whose brow May wear the Roman laurel now; The dead say only how. What happens to the living when we die? Death is not understood by death; nor you, nor I.
Authorship:
- by W. H. (Wystan Hugh) Auden (1907 - 1973), appears in The Double Man, first published 1941
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]5. Lullaby  [sung text checked 1 time]
Lay your sleeping head, my love, Human on my faithless arm; Time and fevers burn away Individual beauty from Thoughtful children, and the grave Proves the child ephemeral: But in my arms till break of day Let the living creature lie, Mortal, guilty, but to me The entirely beautiful. Soul and body have no bounds: To lovers as they lie upon Her tolerant enchanted slope In their ordinary swoon, Grave the vision Venus sends Of supernatural sympathy, Universal love and hope; While an abstract insight wakes Among the glaciers and the rocks The hermit's [sensual]1 ecstasy. Certainty, fidelity On the stroke of midnight pass Like vibrations of a bell, And fashionable madmen raise Their pedantic boring cry: Every farthing of the cost, All the dreaded cards foretell, Shall be paid, but from this night Not a whisper, not a thought, Not a kiss nor look be lost. Beauty, midnight, vision dies: Let the winds of dawn that blow Softly round your dreaming head Such a day of [sweetness]2 show Eye and knocking heart may bless, Find the mortal world enough; Noons of dryness see you fed By the involuntary powers, Nights of insult let you pass Watched by every human love.
Authorship:
- by W. H. (Wystan Hugh) Auden (1907 - 1973), title 1: "Poem", title 2: "Lay your sleeping head, my love ", title 3: "Lullaby "
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View original text (without footnotes)First published in New Writing, Spring 1937; revised 1958. Sometimes titled "Lay your sleeping head, my love", "Poem", or "Lullaby"
1 Wheeler: "carnal"2 Wheeler: "welcome"
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