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stanza 3 is choral. To reflect the different moods and rhythms of these stanzas, | 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 | 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. | remains the same, giving a slow underbeat of 24/minute. Length 5 minutes. | ||
'''External websites: '''http://peterbird.name/choral/ | '''External websites: '''http://peterbird.name/choral/ | ||
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CPDL #15068:
Sibelius 4
- Editor: Peter Bird (submitted 2007-09-21). Score information: Letter, 15 pages, 147 kB Copyright: Personal
- 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
Number of voices: 4vv
Voicing: SATB chorus; with T, A, & S solos
Genre: Secular, Partsongs
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.
External websites: http://peterbird.name/choral/
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.
William Butler Yeats (1892)