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    Her hollow glen, where, like a star,
    That, in deep heaven, thrills and throbs,
    She sits, her wild harp heard afar,
    Strung with the gold of grief that sobs,
    And love that sighs, and, whispering, robs
    All life of jar.

    Beneath her all-compelling eye
    Our souls lie naked: nothing seems
    That is: but that which is not, by
    Her magic, lives: and all our dreams
    Are real, [and, clothed in heavenly gleams,
    Smile, leaning nigh.]

    The soul of love that can not die
    Breathes on our eyelids starry fire;
    And sorrow, with sweet lips that sigh,
    Kisses our lips; and faith, the choir
    Of all our hopes, its heart a lyre,
    Goes singing by.






Oh, Let Me Die in Music’s Arms! is a dramatic piece for women’s choir. The text comes from a poem by Madison Julius Cawein, called Music:

    Oh, let me die in Music's arms,
    Clasped by some milder melody
    Than that which thrills with soft alarms
    The souls of Love and Ecstasy!
    Until the tired heart in me
    Is stilled of storms.

    So let me die, a slave of slaves,
    Within her train of lyric gold:
    Borne onward through her vasty caves
    Of harmony, that echo old
    With all our sad hearts hope and hold,
    And all life craves.

    Come with the pleasures dear to men
    In one long Triumph! what are they
    Beside the one that sweeps us when
    Her harp she smites? and far away
    She bares us from the cares of day
    Unto her glen?

Instrumentation: SSAA Choir

Duration: 5 min.

Year Composed: 2011

More like this: Unity for SSAA Choir

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Jamie Thierman

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