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Editor: Huub de Lange (submitted 2011-04-23).   Score information: A4, 7 pages   Copyright: Personal
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General Information

Title: As a dove when up she springs
Composer: Huub de Lange
Lyricist: Alfred Tennyson

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

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Description: #4 from 4 Tennyson Elegies, recent musical settings of "Elegies in Memoriam A.H.H." (Elegies 67, 50, 12 and 14)

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Original text and translations

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Lo, as a dove when up she springs
To bear thro’ Heaven a tale of woe,
Some dolorous message knit below
The wild pulsation of her wings;

Like her I go; I cannot stay;
I leave this mortal ark behind,
A weight of nerves without a mind,
And leave the cliffs, and haste away
 
O’er ocean-mirrors rounded large,
And reach the glow of southern skies,
And see the sails at distance rise,
And linger weeping on the marge,
 
And saying; ‘Comes he thus, my friend?
Is this the end of all my care?’
And circle moaning in the air:
‘Is this the end? Is this the end?’
 
And forward dart again, and play
About the prow, and back return
To where the body sits, and learn
That I have been an hour away.