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- CPDL #15068:
(Sibelius 4)
- Editor: Peter Bird (submitted 2007-09-21). Score information: Letter, 15 pages, 147 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: Copyright © 2007 by George Peter Bird. This edition may be freely distributed, duplicated, performed, and recorded.
General Information
Title: The lake isle of Innisfree
Composer: Peter Bird
Lyricist: William Butler Yeats
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
with SAT solos
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
Published: 2007
Description: Stanzas 1 & 2 are introduced by soloist(s) and echoed by chorus; stanza 3 is choral. To reflect the different moods and rhythms of these stanzas, the time signature changes from 3/4 to 2/2 to 5/4, but the length of each bar remains the same, giving a slow underbeat of 24/minute. Length 5 minutes.
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Original text and translations
English text
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a-glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.