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| Title | March |
| Contributors |
John Weeks (composer) Edward Thomas (author) |
| Composition date | 2009 |
| Duration (mins) | 0 |
| Category | accompanied vocal |
| Instrumentation | A Pf |
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| Programme Note | What did the thrushes know? Rain, snow, sleet, hail had kept them quiet as the primroses. They had but an hour to sing. On the boughs they sang, On gates, on ground; they sang while they changed perches And while they fought, if they remembered to fight: So earnest were they to pack into that hour Their unwilling hoard of song before the moon Grew brighter than the clouds. Then 'twas no time For singing merely. So they could keep off silence And night, they cared not what they sang or screamed; Whether 'twas hoarse or sweet or fierce or soft; And to me all was sweet: they could do no wrong. Something they knew - I also, while they sang And after. Not til night had half its stars And never a cloud, was I aware of silence Stained with all that hour's songs, a silence Saying that Spring returns, perhaps tomorrow. -Edward Thomas |
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