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==Music files==
==Music files==
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{{Editor|Kathryn Rose|2017-10-31}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|4|61}}{{Copy|Creative Commons Attribution Share Alike}}
{{Editor|Kathryn Rose|2017-10-31}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|4|61}}{{Copy|Creative Commons Attribution Share Alike}}
:'''Edition notes:'''
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==General Information==
==General Information==
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{{Lyricist|Francis Thompson}}
{{Lyricist|Francis Thompson}}


{{Voicing|2|SA}}<br>
{{Voicing|2|SA}}
{{Genre|Secular|Art songs}}
{{Genre|Secular|Art songs}}
{{Language|English}}
{{Language|English}}
{{Instruments|Piano}}
{{Instruments|Piano}}
{{Pub|1|2017}}
{{Pub|1|2017}}
{{Descr|Flexible composition suitable for two-part choirs of various configurations.}}
{{#ExtWeb:
http://www.patreon.com/artsyhonker
http://www.artsyhonker.net}}
==Original text and translations==
{{Text|English|
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.


'''Description:''' Flexible composition suitable for two-part choirs of various configurations.
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.


'''External websites:''' http://www.patreon.com/artsyhonker
Leave thy father, leave thy mother
http://www.artsyhonker.net
And thy brother;
 
Leave the black tents of thy tribe apart!
==Original text and translations==
Am I not thy father and thy brother,
{{Text|English|
And thy mother?
THE hunchèd camels of the night
And thou—what needest with thy tribe's black tents
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?}}
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: SecularArt song

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

First published: 2017
Description: Flexible composition suitable for two-part choirs of various configurations.

External websites:

Original text and translations

English.png 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?