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Feste's Song 2
Staff Notation • Secular, Partsongs
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Feste's Song 2 by Chris Dell — Lyrics
Come away, come away, death,
and in sad cypress let me be laid.
Fly away, breath;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew.
Oh, prepare it!
My part of death, no one so true
did share it.
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About Feste's Song 2
This setting of a well-known text paints a stark and poignant scene of a lover's despair, consumed by unrequited love and a desire for death's embrace. The lyrics express a longing for isolation in death, rejecting any outward show of mourning or comfort, instead desiring only the stark simplicity of a 'shroud of white, stuck all with yew'. The composer crafts a poignant musical setting for SATB choir, capturing the somber mood and the intense emotion of the text. This partsong is a powerful evocation of grief and longing, offering a dramatic and emotionally resonant experience for both choir and listeners.
