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And silver waters of the moon. | And silver waters of the moon. | ||
The Maiden of the Morn will soon | The Maiden of the Morn will soon | ||
Through Heaven stray and sing, | Through Heaven stray and sing, | ||
Star gathering. | Star gathering. | ||
Now while the dark about our loves is strewn, | Now while the dark about our loves is strewn, | ||
Light of my dark, blood of my heart, O come! | Light of my dark, blood of my heart, O come! | ||
And night will catch her breath up, and be dumb. | And night will catch her breath up, and be dumb. | ||
Leave thy father, leave thy mother | Leave thy father, leave thy mother | ||
And thy brother; | And thy brother; | ||
Leave the black tents of thy tribe apart! | Leave the black tents of thy tribe apart! | ||
Am I not thy father and thy brother, | Am I not thy father and thy brother, | ||
And thy mother? | And thy mother? | ||
And thou—what needest with thy tribe's black tents | And thou—what needest with thy tribe's black tents | ||
Who hast the red pavilion of my heart?}} | Who hast the red pavilion of my heart?}} | ||
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- (Posted 2017-10-31) CPDL #47143:
- Editor: Kathryn Rose (submitted 2017-10-31). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 61 kB Copyright: CC BY SA
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: An Arab Love-Song
Composer: Kathryn Rose
Lyricist: Francis Thompson
Number of voices: 2vv Voicing: SA
Genre: Secular, Art song
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
First published: 2017
Description: Flexible composition suitable for two-part choirs of various configurations.
External websites: http://www.patreon.com/artsyhonker http://www.artsyhonker.net
Original text and translations
English text
THE hunchèd camels of the night
Trouble the bright
And silver waters of the moon.
The Maiden of the Morn will soon
Through Heaven stray and sing,
Star gathering.
Now while the dark about our loves is strewn,
Light of my dark, blood of my heart, O come!
And night will catch her breath up, and be dumb.
Leave thy father, leave thy mother
And thy brother;
Leave the black tents of thy tribe apart!
Am I not thy father and thy brother,
And thy mother?
And thou—what needest with thy tribe's black tents
Who hast the red pavilion of my heart?