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Editor: John Henry Fowler (submitted 2008-05-01).   Score information: A4, 4 pages, 66 kbytes   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: File Sizes: PDF: 66 KB, MIDI: 9 KB, Sib4: 42 KB.

General Information

Title: A Fairy Town
Composer: Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
Lyricist: Mary E. Coleridge

Number of voices: 1v  Voicing: Solo Tenor
Genre: Secular, Art song

Language: English
Instruments: Piano
Published: 1909

Description: English Lyrics Set 9 - No. 2.

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Original text and translations

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While the sun was going down,
There arose a fairy town.
Not the town I saw by day,
Cheerless, joyless, dull and gray,
But a far, fantastic place,
Builded with ethereal grace,
Shimmering in a tender mist
That the slanting rays had kissed
Ere they left their latest fire
Touch with gold each slender spire.
There no men and women be;
Mermen, maidens of the sea,
Combing out their tangled locks,
Sit and sing amound the rocks.
As their ruddy harps they sound
With the seaweed twisted round,
In the shining sand below
See the city downward go!