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- Editor: Joachim Kelecom (submitted 2015-06-27). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 69 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: Requiescat
Composer: Joachim Kelecom
Lyricist: Oscar Wilde
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Lament
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 2015
Description:
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
Tread lightly, she is near
Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow.
All her bright golden hair
Tarnished with rust,
She that was young and fair
Fallen to dust.
Lily-like, white as snow,
She hardly knew
She was a woman, so
Sweetly she grew.
Coffin-board, heavy stone,
Lie on her breast,
I vex my heart alone,
She is at rest.
Peace, peace, she cannot hear
Lyre or sonnet,
All my life's buried here,
Heap earth upon it.