Duration: 5 minutes
Performed by: Madeline Lackey, Soprano I; Sophie Shugart, Soprano II; Emerald Barbour, Alto I; and Martha J. Hart, Alto II.
Program Note: A setting of David Herbert Lawrence's poem found in the public domain and used freely with this distinction.
A Winter's Tale
David Herbert Lawrence
Yesterday the fields were only grey with scattered snow,
And now the longest grass-leaves hardly emerge;
Yet her deep footsteps mark the snow, and go
On towards the pines at the hills' white verge.
I cannot see her, since the mist's white scarf
Obscures the dark wood and the dull orange sky;
But she's waiting, I know, impatient and cold, half
Sobs struggling into her frosty sigh.
Why does she come so promptly, when she must know
That she's only the nearer to the inevitable farewell;
The hill is steep, on the snow my steps are slow—
Why does she come, when she knows what I have to tell?