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==General Information==
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Editor: Christopher Shaw (submitted 2018-04-30).   Score information: A4, 4 pages, 73 kB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: Includes a keyboard reduction of the a cappella choral score. Please click on the link for preview/playback/PDF download.

General Information

Title: Thou didst delight my eyes
Composer: Gustav Holst
Lyricist: Robert Bridges

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1904
Description: 

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Original text and translations

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Thou didst delight my eyes:
Yet who am I? nor first
Nor last nor best, that durst
Once dream of thee for prize;
Nor this the only time
Thou shalt set love to rhyme.

Thou didst delight my ear:
Ah! little praise; thy voice
Makes other hearts rejoice
Makes all ears glad that hear;
And short my joy: but yet,
O song, do not forget.

For what wert thou to me?
How shall I say? The moon,
That pour'd her midnight noon
Upon his wrecking sea;
A sail, that for a day
Has cheered the castaway.