Pinwheel of Death

Otterbein College Choir


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Writers William Bolcom

Genres Classical, Choral

Recorded 2003

Lyrics Poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson:

IN MAY,
WHEN SEA-WINDS
PIERCED OUR SOLITUDES,
I FOUND THE FRESH RHODORA
IN THE WOODS,
SPREADING IT'S LEAFLESS BLOOMS
IN A DAMP NOOK,
TO PLEASE THE DESERT
AND THE SLUGGISH BROOK.
THE PURPLE PETALS,
FALLEN IN THE POOL,
MADE THE BLACK WATER
WITH THEIR BEAUTY GAY

HERE MIGHT THE RED-BIRD
COME HIS PLUMES TO COOL,
AND COURT THE FLOWER
THAT CHEAPENS HIS ARRAY.
RHODORA!
IF THE SAGES ASK THEE WHY
THIS CHARM IS WASTED
ON THE EARTH AND SKY,
TELL THEM, DEAR,
THAT IF EYES
WERE MADE FOR SEEING,
THEN BEAUTY
IS ITS OWN EXCUSE
FOR BEING:

WHY THOU WERT THERE,
O RIVAL OF THE ROSE!
I NEVER THOUGHT TO ASK,
I NEVER KNEW
BUT,
IN MY SIMPLE IGNORANCE,
SUPPOSE THE SELF-SAME POWER
THAT BROUGHT ME THERE
BROUGHT YOU.
 

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