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*{{CPDLno|15068}} [[Media:Innisfree.pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:Innisfree.mid|{{mid}}]] [[Media:Innisfree.sib|{{sib}}]] (Sibelius 4)
*{{CPDLno|15068}} [[Media:Innisfree.pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:Innisfree.mid|{{mid}}]] [[Media:Innisfree.sib|{{sib}}]] (Sibelius 4)

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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: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

{{Published}} is obsolete (code commented out), replaced with {{Pub}} for works and {{PubDatePlace}} for publications.

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

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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.