An emotional journey from poignant remembrance to despair.
Overview The quick, rhythmic pattering of a cappella voices paints the scene for the listener: a chilly errant breeze in the hush before dawn. (Perhaps after the meterless, suspended sound-world of Golden Stars‘ night?) Just like the poet uses language to evoke imagery, the composer can use rhythm, melody, and harmony to support specific aspects of the text. In this case, […]a cappella, Adela Florence Nicolson, SATB