From the song cycle entitled 'Battle Pieces' by Paul Phillips
poems by Herman Melville
World premiere October 16, 2011
Pioneer Valley Symphony
Andrew Garland, baritone
Paul Phillips, conductor
One noonday, at my window in the town, I saw a sight -- saddest that eyes can see -- Young soldiers marching lustily Unto the wars,
With fifes, and flags in mottoed pageantry; While all the porches, walks, and doors Were rich with ladies cheering royally.
They moved like Juny morning on the wave, Their hearts were fresh as clover in its prime (It was the breezy summer time), Life throbbed so strong,
How should they dream that Death in rosy clime
Would come to thin their shining throng?
Youth feels immortal, like the gods sublime.
Weeks passed; and at my window, leaving bed, By nights I mused, of easeful sleep bereft, On those brave boys (Ah War! thy theft); Some marching feet
Found pause at last by cliffs Potomac cleft; Wakeful I mused, while in the street
Far footfalls died away till none were left.
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