Heraclitus, Op. 110, No. 4 (Charles Villiers Stanford)
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2017-11-22). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 56 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Reformatting of 10363, with minor adjustments to the underlay.
- Editor: Marco Gallo (submitted 2005-12-07). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 29 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: edited by Ilaria Zuccaro
Original text and translations
They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead,
They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed.
I wept as I remember'd how often you and I
Had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky.
And now that thou art lying, my dear old Carian guest,
A handful of grey ashes, long, long ago at rest,
Still are thy pleasant voices, thy nightingales, awake;
For Death, he taketh all away, but them he cannot take.
William Cory (1823–1892) (Based on an epigramme by Callimachus)