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Chamber Music

​I. O cool is the valley now
II. Dear heart​
III. Rain has fallen all the day​
IV. Sleep now​
V. I hear an army charging upon the land

Chamber Music - James Joyce

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Written for my good friend and baritone Matt Daniels, this set of art songs features selected poems written by ​Irish poet James Joyce. 
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I. 

O cool is the valley now 
And there, love, will we go 
For many a choir is singing now 
Where Love did sometime go. 
And hear you not the thrushes calling, 
Calling us away? 
O cool and pleasant is the valley 
And there, love, will we stay.

II.

Dear heart, why will you use me so? 
Dear eyes that gently me upbraid, 
Still are you beautiful -- - but O, 
How is your beauty raimented! 

Through the clear mirror of your eyes, 
Through the soft sigh of kiss to kiss, 
Desolate winds assail with cries 
The shadowy garden where love is. 

And soon shall love dissolved be 
When over us the wild winds blow -- - 
But you, dear love, too dear to me, 
Alas! why will you use me so? 

III. 

Rain has fallen all the day.
O come among the laden trees:
The leaves lie thick upon the way
Of memories.

Staying a little by the way
Of memories shall we depart.
Come, my beloved, where I may
Speak to your heart.​

IV.

Sleep now, O sleep now,
O you unquiet heart!
A voice crying "Sleep now"
Is heard in my heart.

The voice of the winter
Is heard at the door.
O sleep, for the winter
Is crying "Sleep no more."

My kiss will give peace now
And quiet to your heart--
Sleep on in peace now,
O you unquiet heart!

V. 

​I hear an army charging upon the land,
And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees:
Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand,
Disdaining the reins, with fluttering ships, the charioteers.
They cry unto the night their battle-name:
I moan in sleep when I hear afar their whirling laughter.
They cleave the gloom of dreams, a blinding flame,
Clanging, clanging upon the heart as upon an anvil.
They come shaking in triumph their long, green hair:
They come out of the sea and run shouting by the shore.
My heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair?
My love, my love, my love, why have you left me alone?

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