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At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly | At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly | ||
To the lone vale we loved, when life shone warm in thine eye; | To the lone vale we loved, when life shone warm in thine eye; | ||
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I think, O my love! 'tis thy voice from the Kingdom of Souls | I think, O my love! 'tis thy voice from the Kingdom of Souls | ||
Faintly answering still the notes that once were so dear. | Faintly answering still the notes that once were so dear. | ||
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- CPDL #25959:
Sibelius 6
- Editor: Ian Haslam (submitted 2012-04-14). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 38 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Original score had a piano reduction which has been removed in this edition
General Information
Title: At the mid hour of night
Composer: Charles Villiers Stanford
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
Published: 1901
Description: No. 3 from Six Irish folksongs originally published by Boosey and Co
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Original text and translations
English text
At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly
To the lone vale we loved, when life shone warm in thine eye;
And I think oft, if spirits can steal from the regions of air
To revisit past scenes of delight, thou wilt come to me there,
And tell me our love is remember'd even in the sky.
Then I sing the wild song it once was rapture to hear,
When our voices commingling breathed like one on the ear;
And as Echo far off through the vale my sad orison rolls,
I think, O my love! 'tis thy voice from the Kingdom of Souls
Faintly answering still the notes that once were so dear.