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- Editor: Jens Klimek (submitted 2019-02-08). Score information: A4, 13 pages, 417 kB Copyright: CC BY NC ND
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: Arcturus
Composer: Jens Klimek
Lyricist: Emily Dickinson
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SSAA
Genre: Secular, Unknown
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
First published: 2015
Description:
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
I.
I never saw a moor;
I never saw the sea,
Yet know I how the heather looks
And what a billow be.
I never spoke with God,
Nor visited in heaven.
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the checks were given.
II.
Nobody knows this little Rose—
It might a pilgrim be
Did I not take it from the ways
And lift it up to thee.
Only a Bee will miss it—
Only a Butterfly,
Hastening from far journey—
On its breast to lie—
Only a Bird will wonder—
Only a Breeze will sigh—
Ah Little Rose—
how easy For such as thee to die!
III.
"Nature" is what we see—
The Hill—the Afternoon—
Squirrel—Eclipse— the Bumble bee—
Nay—Nature is Heaven—
Nature is what we hear—
The Bobolink—the Sea—
Thunder—the Cricket—
Nay—Nature is Harmony—
Nature is what we know—
Yet have no art to say—
So impotent Our Wisdom is
To her Simplicity.