Friday, September 24, 2010

My Spirit Sang All Day

With the sad dissolution of our homeschooling chorus, my daughter and I sought new opportunities to continue singing on a regular basis. For my daughter, this means private vocal lessons with a fabulously fun and talented woman who also runs a small theatre company nearby. For me, it means striving to sing with a local chorus, but with the added benefit of getting to do that with my husband! As someone who is unable to sing by sight reading, I am quite challenged by the music in the chorus; however, I have no doubt that the end product will be wonderful.
Our program this semester is The British Are Coming!, music from the 14th to the 20th century. Here is a brief sample of one of my favorite pieces we’ve practiced thus far, based on an unnamed poem by Robert Bridges and composed by Gerald Finzi.


My spirit sang all day

O my joy.
Nothing my tongue could say,

Only My joy!

My heart an echo caught —

O my joy—
And spake, Tell me thy thought,

Hide not thy joy.

My eyes gan peer around, —

O my joy—
What beauty hast thou found?

Shew us thy joy.

My jealous ears grew whist ; —

O my joy-
Music from heaven is 't,

Sent for our joy?
She also came and heard;

my joy,
What, said she, is this word?

What is thy joy?

And I replied, O see,

my joy,
'Tis thee, I cried, 'tis thee:

Thou art my joy.

While the sound seems a little wonky, I found this video to be the best for hearing the words. 
And it gives me shivers.

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