The Long Day Closes (Arthur Sullivan)
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General Information
Title: The Long Day Closes
Composer: Arthur Sullivan
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella.
Published:
Description:
External websites:
- Version for male voices on the Arthur Sullivan Archive
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Original text and translations
English text
- No star is o'er the lake, its pale watch keeping,
- The moon is half awake, through grey mist creeping.
- The last red leaves fall round the porch of roses,
- The clock has ceased to sound, the long day closes.
- Sit by the silent hearth in calm endeavour,
- To count the sound of mirth, now dumb forever.
- Heed not how hope believes and fate disposes:
- Shadow is round the eaves, the long day closes.
- The lighted windows dim are fading slowly.
- The fire that was so trim now quivers lowly, quivers lowly.
- Go to the dreamless bed where grief reposes,
- Thy book of toil is read, the long day closes.
- Go to the dreamless bed where grief reposes;
- Thy book of toil is read, thy book of toil is read,
- Go to the dreamless bed. The long day closes.
-- H.F. Chorley
Dutch translation
- Geen ster valt meer te zien, van de miljarden,
- alleen de maan misschien, langs nevelflarden.
- Het groen ligt vergaan, al het lentelover.
- De klok zal niet meer slaan, de dag is over.
- Al wat het lot mij schonk, wie zal het meten?
- De vreugde die weerklonk: verstomd, vergeten.
- Hoop die mijn hart verhief verloor zijn tover,
- ’t was me onzegbaar lief – de dag is over.
- Dit al te late uur 't licht doet verdwijnen.
- ’t Ooit vrolijk flakk’rend vuur kan enkel kwijnen.
- Slaap, in vergetelheid, die d’ arme slover
- van pijn en angst bevrijdt: de dag is over.
-- Marc Voorhoeve
