Georgian Songs

Song Cycle by Robin Holloway (b. 1943)

?. The sunlit vale

Language: English 
I saw the sunlit vale
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  • by Edmund Charles Blunden (1896 - 1974), "The sunlit vale", from Poems 1914-30, first published 1930, copyright ©

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?. All soul's night  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
My love came back to me 
Under the November tree 
Shelterless and dim. 
He put his hand upon my shoulder,
He did not think me strange or older,
Nor I him.

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?. Fare well  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
When I lie where shades of darkness
Shall no more assail mine eyes,
Nor the rain make lamentation
    When the wind sighs; 
How will fare the world whose wonder
Was the very proof of me?
Memory fades, must the remembered
    Perishing be?

Oh, when this my dust surrenders
Hand, foot, lip, to dust again,
May these loved and loving faces
    Please other men! 
May the rusting harvest hedgerow
Still the Traveller's Joy entwine,
And as happy children gather
    Posies once mine.

Look thy last on all things lovely,
Every hour. Let no night
Seal thy sense in deathly slumber
    Till to delight 
Thou have paid thy utmost blessing;
Since that all things thou wouldst praise
Beauty took from those who loved them
    In other days.

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?. The watch

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