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Seven Housman Songs (Medium Voice)
A set of seven songs for voice and piano with texts from A.E. Housman’s “A Shropshire Lad.”
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Seven Housman Songs
medium voice and piano
A set of seven songs for voice and piano with texts from A.E. Housman’s “A Shropshire Lad.”
1. Loveliest of Trees.
2. When I Was One-and-Twenty
3. There Pass the Careless People
4. Oh, When I Was in Love with You
5. The Lent Lily
6. Look Not in My Eyes
7. From Far, from Eve and Morning
Composer’s Notes
The Seven Housman Songs are my earliest songs, written between 1980 and 1982. They are dedicated to my wife, soprano Carla Connors, who is (not surprisingly) the foremost interpreter of Hoekman songs. The poems are all taken from A.E. Housman’s book of poems entitled “A Shropshire Lad,” first published in 1896.
The musical settings attempt to capture the sometimes folk-like, sometimes deep and sophisticated qualities of Housman’s poetry. Gregory Berg of the Journal of Singing wrote: “Hoekman may have only been in his mid-twenties when he composed Seven Housman Songs, but it’s a work of impressive assurance and maturity. It’s especially nice to hear a more understated setting of ‘Loveliest of Trees’ . . . [which] deeply reflects the wistfulness of the text. ‘There Pass the Careless People’ is the masterpiece of this set, with its throbbing ostinato figures evoking the numberless footsteps of the throng of people passing by the poem’s lonely protagonist. And Hoekman manages to pack a whole world of beauty into the thirty seconds of ‘Oh, When I Was in Love with You.’”
– Timothy Hoekman
Text
“Loveliest of Trees”
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
“When I Was One-and-Twenty”
When I was one-and-twenty
I heard a wise man say,
‘Give crowns and pounds and guineas
But not your heart away;
Give pearls away and rubies
But keep your fancy free.’
But I was one-and-twenty,
No use to talk to me.
When I was one-and-twenty
I heard him say again,
‘The heart out of the bosom
Was never given in vain;
‘Tis paid with sighs a plenty
And sold for endless rue.’
And I am two-and-twenty,
And oh, ’tis true, ’tis true.
“There Pass the Careless People”
There pass the careless people
That call their souls their own:
Here by the road I loiter,
How idle and alone.
Ah, past the plunge of plummet,
In seas I cannot sound,
My heart and soul and senses,
World without end, are drowned.
His folly has not fellow
Beneath the blue of day
That gives to man or woman
His heart and soul away.
There flowers no balm to sain him
From east of earth to west
That’s lost for everlasting
The heart out of his breast.
Here by the labouring highway
With empty hands I stroll:
Sea-deep, till doomsday morning,
Lie lost my heart and soul.
“Oh, When I Was in Love with You”
Oh, when I was in love with you,
Then I was clean and brave,
And miles around the wonder grew
How well did I behave.
And now the fancy passes by,
And nothing will remain,
And miles around they’ll say that I
Am quite myself again.
“The Lent Lily”
‘Tis spring; come out to ramble
The hilly brakes around,
For under thorn and bramble
About the hollow ground
The primroses are found.
And there’s the windflower chilly
With all the winds at play,
And there’s the Lenten lily
That has not long to stay
And dies on Easter Day.
And since till girls go maying
You find the primrose still,
And find the windflower playing
With every wind at will,
But not the daffodil,
Bring baskets now, and sally
Upon the spring’s array,
And bear from hill and valley
The daffodil away
That dies on Easter Day.
“Look Not in My Eyes”
Look not in my eyes, for fear
They mirror true the sight I see,
And there you find your face too clear
And love it and be lost like me.
One the long nights through must lie
Spent in star-defeated sighs,
But why should you as well as I
Perish? gaze not in my eyes.
A Grecian lad, as I hear tell,
One that many loved in vain,
Looked into a forest well
And never looked away again.
There, when the turf in springtime flowers,
With downward eye and gazes sad,
Stands amid the glancing showers
A jonquil, not a Grecian lad.
“From Far, from Eve and Morning”
From far, from eve and morning
And yon twelve-winded sky,
The stuff of life to knit me
Blew hither: here am I.
Now — for a breath I tarry
Nor yet disperse apart —
Take my hand quick and tell me,
What have you in your heart.
Speak now, and I will answer;
How shall I help you, say;
Ere to the wind’s twelve quarters
I take my endless way.
– A. E. Housman
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