Three Christina Rossetti Songs (J. Guy Stalnaker)

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  • (Posted 2018-05-24)  CPDL #49812:     
I. A Rose Plant In Jericho:  
II. A Birthday:  
III. Still (Dost Thou Not Care?):  
Editor: J. Guy Stalnaker (submitted 2018-05-24).   Score information: Letter, 6 pages, 165 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes:

General Information

Title: Three Christina Rossetti Songs
Composer: J. Guy Stalnaker
Lyricist: Christina Rossetti

Number of voices: 6vv   Voicing: SATB/SSATBB/SATB
Genre: SacredSacred song

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 2018
Description: Settings of three Christina Rossetti poems composed by J. Guy Stalnaker

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Original text and translations

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I. A Rose Plant in Jericho

At morn I plucked a rose and gave it Thee,
 A rose of joy and happy love and peace,
 A rose with scarce a thorn:
 But in the chillness of a second morn
 My rose bush drooped, and all its gay increase
Was but one thorn that wounded me.

I plucked the thorn and offered it to Thee;
 And for my thorn Thou gavest love and peace,
 Not joy this mortal morn:
 If Thou hast given much treasure for a thorn,
 Wilt thou not give me for my rose increase
Of gladness, and all sweets to me?

My thorny rose, my love and pain, to Thee
 I offer; and I set my heart in peace,
 And rest upon my thorn:
 For verily I think tomorrow morn
 Shall bring me Paradise, my gift's increase,
Yea, give Thy very Self to me

II. A Birthday

My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
My heart is like an appletree
Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
Because my love is come, my love is come to me.
Raise me a dais of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleursdelys;
Because the birthday of my life is come,
My love is come to me.

III. Still (Dost Thou Not Care?)

I love thee
I love thee here
I love thee here or there,
I will accept thy broken heart, lie still.

I love and love not: Lord, it breaks my heart
To love and not to love.
It breaks my heart breaks my heart
To love and not to love.
Thou veiled within Thy glory, glory,
veiled within Thy glory, gone apart
Into Thy shrine, which is above, which is above,
Dost Thou not love me, Lord, or care
For this mine ill?

I love thee
I love thee here
I love thee here or there,
I will accept thy broken heart, lie still.