Emily's Birds (Michael Gray)

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  • (Posted 2022-04-14)  CPDL #68840:     
Editor: Michael Gray (submitted 2022-04-14).   Score information: Letter, 9 pages, 470 kB   Copyright: CC BY NC ND
Edition notes: "Emily's Birds" by Michael A. Gray is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.

General Information

Title: Emily's Birds
Composer: Michael Gray
Lyricist: Emily Dickinson
Number of voices: 1v   Voicing: Unison
Genre: SecularChildren's song

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

First published: 2022
Description: Three short songs set for Unison Children's Chorus

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Original text and translations

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I

To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing - Or only a divine.

It it not of the Bird Who sings the same, unheard, As unto Crowd -

The Fashion of the Ear Attireth that it hear In Dun, or fair -

So whether it be Rune, Or whether it be none Is of within.

The "Tune is in the Tree -" The Skeptic - showery me - "No sir! In Thee!"

II

At Half past Three, a single Bird Unto a silent Sky Propounded but a single term Of cautious melody.

At Half past Four, Experiment Had subjugated test And lo, Her silver Principle Supplanted all the rest.

At Half past Seven, Element Nor Implement, be seen - And Place was where the Presence was Circumference between.

III

A Bird came down the Walk - He did not know I saw - He bit an Angleworm in halves And ate the fellow, raw,

And then he drank a Dew From a convenient Grass - And then hopped sidewise to the Wall To let a Beetle pass -

He glanced with rapid eyes That hurried all around - They looked like frightened Beads, I thought - He stirred his Velvet Head

Like one in danger, Cautious, I offered him a Crumb And he unrolled his feathers And rowed him softer home -

Than Oars divide the Ocean, Too silver for a seam - Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon Leap, placeless as they swim.}}

Emily Dickinson