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Instrumentation: SATB chorus
Duration: 2’48”
Poet: Sara Teasdale
Text:
I shall bury my weary Love
Beneath a tree,
In the forest tall and black
Where none can see.
I shall put no flowers at his head,
Nor stone at his feet,
For the mouth I loved so much
Was bittersweet.
I shall go no more to his grave,
For the woods are cold.
I shall gather as much of joy
As my hands can hold.
I shall stay all day in the sun
Where the wide winds blow,
But oh, I shall weep at night
When none will know.
-Sara Teasdale
This poem is in the public domain.
Cristian Larios | Composer 