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Dec. 2nd, 2003 10:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ironymaidenWhen you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
The chorus is singing a setting of this; it's probably my favorite thing in the concert program. I was looking at the poem tonight and realized that while the song seems to be engendering romatic thoughts about old couples and long term love among our director and my compatriots, it's Romantic and bitter, bitter, bitter.
Lovely images though. And it's great to sing.
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
The chorus is singing a setting of this; it's probably my favorite thing in the concert program. I was looking at the poem tonight and realized that while the song seems to be engendering romatic thoughts about old couples and long term love among our director and my compatriots, it's Romantic and bitter, bitter, bitter.
Lovely images though. And it's great to sing.
