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Hymn to St. Cecilia

These are the words to one of the pieces we'll be singingin Tewkesbury Abbey in June.  It's unaccompanied and the music itself is beautiful enough, without the added bonus of having lovely words...

HYMN TO ST. CECILIA


I.

In a garden shady this holy lady
With revent cadence and subtle psalm,
Like a black swan as death came on
Poured forth her song in perfect calm:
And by ocean's margin this innocent virgin
Constructed an organ to enlarge her prayer,
And notes tremendous from her great engine
Thundered out on the Roman air.

Blonde Aphrodite rose up excited,
Moved to delight by the melody,
White as an orchid she rode quite naked
In an oyster shell on top of the sea;
At sounds so entrancing the angels dancing
C ame out of their trance into time again,
And around the wicked in Hell's abysses
The huge flame flickered and eased their pain.

Blessed Cecilia, appear in visions
To all musicians, appear and inspire:
Translated Daughter, come down and startle
Composing mortals with immortal fire.


II.

I cannot grow;
I have no shadow
To run away from,
I only play.

I cannot err;
There is no creature
Whom I belong to,
Whom I could wrong.

I am defeat
When it knows it
Can now do nothing
By suffering.

All you lived through,
Dancing because you
No longer need it
For any deed.

I shall never be
Different.  Love me.


Blessed Cecilia, appear in visions
To all musicians, appear and inspire:
Translated Daughter, come down and startle
Composing mortals with immortal fire.


III.

O ear whose creatures cannot wish to fall,
O calm of spaces unafraid of weight,
Where Sorrow is herself, forgetting all
The gaucheness of her adolescent state,
Where Hope within the altogether strange
From every outworn image is released,
And Dread born whole and normal like a beast
Into a world of truths that never change:
Restore out fallen day; O rearrange.

O dear white children casual as birds,
Playing among the ruined languages,
So small beside their large confusing words.
So gay against the greater silences
Of dreadful things you did: O hang the head,
Impetuous child with the tremendous brain,
O weep, child, weep, O weep away the stain,
Lost innocence who wished your lover dead,
Weep for the lives your wishes never led.

O cry created as the bow of sin
I sdrawn across our trembling violin.

O weep, child, weep, O weep away the stain.

O law drummed out by hearts against the still
Long winter of our intellectual will.

That what has been may never be again.

O flute that throbs with the thanksgiving breath
Of convalescents on the shores of death.

O bless the freedom that you never chose.

O trumpets that unguarded children blow
About the fortress of their inner foe.

O wear your tribulation like a rose.

Blessed Cecilia, appear in visions
To all musicians, appear and inspire:
Translated Daughter, come down and startle
Composing mortals with immortal fire.


W H Auden


The second part is done as a canon and sounds beautiful, and the stanza that starts with "O dear white children" is a harmonic section underneath the soprano solo with some truly gorgeous melodies in it (my favourite is the "your lover dead" bit).

It's very difficult, especially because it's designed for a small chamber choir and we're a large choral group, with a lot of women who love to show off their vibrato.  It's also difficult because there are lots of lovely high bits that are very quiet.  Which is no mean feat, and hence the vibrato-ladies are having to tone it down a bit.

The basses have a lot of work to do as well.  But it should sound amazing when it's up and running.

In other news, all of my messengers officially work.  For those that don't have them and want to add me for real time conversation, here are my various details:

AIM: teylamina (note the 'a' at the end)
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I am nothing if not unoriginal. :)

Anyway, I mustn't mess about online all night, I need to get my stuff ready for swimming.  Yay, swimming. :)
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