SATB a cappella
Text: Marjorie Pickthall
Commissioned by the Woodstock Fanshawe Wingers, Shawn Grenke director.
Premiere audio, copyright WFS.
O keep the world forever at the dawn,
Yet, keeping so, let nothing lifeless seem,
But hushed, as if the miracle of morn
Were trembling in its dream.
Some shadowy moth may pass with drowsy flight
And fade before the sight,
While in the unlightened darkness of the wall
The chirping crickets call;
From forest pools where fragrant lilies are
A breath shall pass afar,
And o’er the crested pine shall hang one star.