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The pensive autumn is more nearly mine | The pensive autumn is more nearly mine | ||
With its quiet surcease from strife. | With its quiet surcease from strife. | ||
Softened by mist, the luminous eves unfold | Softened by mist, the luminous eves unfold | ||
Their shining in the west, | Their shining in the west, | ||
And, trembling from each twig, few but gold | And, trembling from each twig, few, few, but gold | ||
Flutter the leaves to rest. | Flutter the leaves to rest. | ||
Tiptoe with hope stood spring, | |||
but autumn lies | Tiptoe with hope stood spring, but autumn lies | ||
Resinging her | In patience and in faith, | ||
Resinging her, mid sumptuous obsequies, | |||
To the gentle hand of death. | To the gentle hand of death. | ||
To the sweet fruition of all earthly bloom | |||
but autumn she | To the sweet fruition of all earthly bloom | ||
beyond the tomb | Spring looks, but autumn, she | ||
Float, opalescent canopies of cloud | To the mystic burgeoning beyond the tomb | ||
Drop leaves to be her pall: | Of our ultimate mystery. | ||
Float, opalescent canopies of cloud: | |||
Drop, leaves, to be her pall: | |||
Here lies our hope, full glorious in her shroud, | Here lies our hope, full glorious in her shroud, | ||
And perishing promiseth all. | And perishing, promiseth all. | ||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
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General Information
Title: The Pensive Autumn
Composer: Huub de Lange
Lyricist: Alice V. Stuart (1899-1983)
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published: 2004
Description: #1 from Three Stuart Songs
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Original text and translations
English text
I love October better than divine
May’s quick upsurge of life;
The pensive autumn is more nearly mine
With its quiet surcease from strife.
Softened by mist, the luminous eves unfold
Their shining in the west,
And, trembling from each twig, few, few, but gold
Flutter the leaves to rest.
Tiptoe with hope stood spring, but autumn lies
In patience and in faith,
Resinging her, mid sumptuous obsequies,
To the gentle hand of death.
To the sweet fruition of all earthly bloom
Spring looks, but autumn, she
To the mystic burgeoning beyond the tomb
Of our ultimate mystery.
Float, opalescent canopies of cloud:
Drop, leaves, to be her pall:
Here lies our hope, full glorious in her shroud,
And perishing, promiseth all.