Setting of selections from Lines composed a few miles Above Tintern Abbey, by William Wordsworth. For SSAATTBB chorus and small orchestra: (1/1/1/1) (1,1,1,0) strings, timp, chimes, gong
(Excerpted and slightly adapted from:
"Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey"
by Willian Wordsworth)
For I have learned
To look on nature, not as in the hour
Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes
The still, sad music of humanity,
Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power
To chasten and subdue. And I have felt
A presence that disturbs me with the joy
Of elevated thought: a sense sublime
Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
And the round ocean and the living air,
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man:
A motion, and a spirit, that impels
All thinking things, all objects of thought,
And rolls through all things. Therefore,
I am a lover of meadow and wood,
Of all the mighty world of ear and eye!