Songs of Edgar Allan Poe  for mixed choir and piano

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i. Evening Star

'Twas noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, thro' the light
Of the brighter, cold moon,
'Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves.
I gazed awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold- too cold for me-
There pass'd, as a shroud,
A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
Proud Evening Star,
In thy glory afar,
And dearer thy beam shall be;
For joy to my heart
Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
And more I admire
Thy distant fire,
Than that colder, lowly light.


ii. adapted from "The Bells"

I.
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells
Tis the tintinnabulation
From the bells, Silver bells!
Tis the tintinnabulation
From the bells, bells, bells, bells.

In the icy air of night!
While the stars, that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;

Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation
From the bells, bells, bells, bells.

II.
Hear the mellow wedding bells,
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness
Their harmony foretells!

Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!
From the molten-golden notes,
And all in tune

What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens,
While she gloats
On the moon

III.
Hear the loud alarum bells,
Brazen bells!
What a tale of terror, now,
Their turbulency tells!

In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek

IV.
Hear the tolling of the bells,
Iron bells!
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats is a groan.

Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation
Of the Bells
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme

Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme