With a lily in your hand. I leave you, o my night love! Little widow of my single star. I find you. Tamer of dark b***erflies! I keep along my way. After a thousand. Lyrics for Three Flower Songs: II. With a Lily in Your Hand by Eric Whitacre. O! O my night love With a lily in your hand I leave you, o my night. Check out With a Lily in Your Hand (Three Flower Songs) by Eric Whitacre and Eric Whitacre Singers on Amazon Music. Stream ad-free or purchase CD’s and.
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I hide myself within my flower that fading from your vase, you, hhand feel for me almost a loneliness…. Santa Barbara Music Publishing. It was like seeing color for the first time, and I was regularly moved to tears during rehearsals, crushed by the impossible beauty of the work. My very first concert piece! Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired.
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With a lily in your hand I leave you, o my night love! I hide myself within my flower that fading from your vase, you, unsuspecting feel for me almost a loneliness… Emily Dickinson, With A Lily In Your Hand With a lily in your hand I leave you, o my night love!
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Until the universe can fit inside my heart. I was accepted into the advanced choir in my 2nd year.
Soon after their publication I started receiving actual commissions for my music, and my life as a professional artist took off. At the time I was interested only in synthesizers and Depeche Mode, and so I auditioned as a music major because it seemed the best thing to do before I hit the big time.
I became a choral geek of the highest magnitude, I mean I lived for rehearsals and eri, and through it all there was David Weiller. Little widow of my single star I find you.
SATB Duration 9 minutes. Go, lovely rose Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. The jand is simply a brilliant educator and a fantastic musician, that one special teacher that ends up changing the entire course of your life.
And then I joined the choir. That she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee; How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous whihacre and fair!
Tamer of dark butterflies! I often think how lucky I was to have stumbled blindly to the place where David was teaching, and in retrospect I am struck speechless at the thought that our paths might not have crossed. Were it not for Maestro David Weiller I would have had a drastically different life, and it is to him, with infinite love and overwhelming gratitude, that I have dedicated these works. David Weillerthe choral conductor at UNLV, auditioned me to sing in one of his groups and graciously accepted me into the big University chorus.
Licensing Santa Barbara Music Publishing. I distinctly remember how weird I thought the choir people were, with their embarrassing stretches and warm-ups, and undoubtedly the only reason I stayed in class that first week was because there were so many cute girls in the soprano section.
The Text I Hide Myself I hide myself within my flower that wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting wear me too and angels know the rest.