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:'''Editor:''' [[User:Huub de Lange|Huub de Lange]] ''(added 2006-12-02)''. '''Score information: '''A4, 4 pages, 117 kbytes '''Copyright:''' [[ChoralWiki:Personal|Personal]] | :'''Editor:''' [[User:Huub de Lange|Huub de Lange]] ''(added 2006-12-02)''. '''Score information: '''A4, 4 pages, 117 kbytes '''Copyright:''' [[ChoralWiki:Personal|Personal]] | ||
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- Editor: Huub de Lange (added 2006-12-02). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 117 kbytes Copyright: Personal
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General Information
Title: A Moonlit Elegy
Composer: Huub de Lange
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Partsongs
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published: 2006
Description: Recent setting of a poem by Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892). See also Be near me when my light is low.
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
When on my bed the moonlight falls,
I know that in thy place of rest
By that broad water of the west,
There comes a glory on the walls;
Thy marble bright in dark appears,
As slowly steals a silver flame
Along the letters of thy name,
And o'er the number of thy years.
The mystic glory swims away;
From off my bed the moonlight dies;
And closing eaves of wearied eyes
I sleep till dusk is dipt in gray:
And then I know the mist is drawn
A lucid veil from coast to coast,
And in the dark church like a ghost
Thy tablet glimmers to the dawn.