Poetry and Music 3

by Toby Darling

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Here are more classic poems which I have set to music over the last couple of years, which I have recently remixed.

I have made videos for all of these settings which can be found at:
www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLY6dfvc2sgI3M03g_HvxRwQ0yPpokDj6r

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released April 27, 2016

All poems by authors as credited.
All music composed and produced by Toby Darling

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Toby Darling Winchester, UK

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Feel free to do anything you want with these tracks, I am not interested in making money from music.

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Track Name: Come Away Death (Shakespeare)
Song: “Come away, come away, death”
BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
(from Twelfth Night)
Am9 Am9+4 Am9 Am9+4
Come away, come away, death,
Am Em Am Em
And in sad cypress let me be laid.
Am9 Am9+4 Am9 Am9+4
Fly away, fly away, breath;
Am Em Am Em
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
Dm Am G#m C#m
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
B A C#m
O, prepare it!
B A G#m C#m
My part of death, no one so true
B A C#m
Did share it.

Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
On my black coffin let there be strown.
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown.
A thousand thousand sighs to save,
Lay me, O, where
Sad true lover never find my grave,
To weep there!

Am9: x02500 (AECBE)
Am9+4: x02430 (AEBDE)
Track Name: Composed Upon Westminster Bridge (Wordsworth)
Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802
William Wordsworth, 1770 – 1850

Intro: A9 Fmaj7 G Amaj7 A9 Fmaj7 G

C G Am D
Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Am-G F-C
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
Dm G
A sight so touching in its majesty:
C G Am D
This City now doth, like a garment, wear
C G F Am
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
C G Am D
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
F#m Bm A G
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
D Em F#m G
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
D F#m G A
Never did sun more beautifully steep
Em A x4
In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;
D F#m G A
Ne’er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
Am G F Am
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
C F G
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
Am-F C-G-F G
And all that mighty heart is lying still!
Track Name: Cargoes (Masefield)
Cargoes (Masefield)

Am Em F Am
Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir,
G F Am
Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine,
C G
With a cargo of ivory,
Dm Am
And apes and peacocks,
G F Am
Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine.

Stately Spanish galleon coming from the Isthmus,
Dipping through the Tropics by the palm-green shores,
With a cargo of diamonds,
Emeralds, amythysts,
Topazes, and cinnamon, and gold moidores.

A E D A
Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked smoke stack,
C#m F#m C#m B
Butting through the Channel in the mad March days,
A C#m
With a cargo of Tyne coal,
B F#m
Road-rails, pig-lead,
D A G
Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays.
Track Name: A Dream within a Dream (Poe)
A Dream Within a Dream (EA Poe)
Am9 Em C9 Em
Take this kiss upon the brow!
C G B7
And, in parting from you now,
Em A
Thus much let me avow-
B7 Em
You are not wrong, who deem
Am Em B7
That my days have been a dream;
Am9 Em C9 Em
Yet if hope has flown away
C G B7
In a night, or in a day,
Em A
In a vision, or in none,
B7 Em
Is it therefore the less gone?
Am Em
All that we see or seem
B7
Is but a dream within a dream.

Am9 Em
I stand amid the roar
C9 Em
Of a surf-tormented shore,
C G
And I hold within my hand
B7
Grains of the golden sand-
Em A
How few! yet how they creep
B7 Em
Through my fingers to the deep,
Am Em B7
While I weep- while I weep!
Em A
O God! can I not grasp
B7 Em
Them with a tighter clasp?
Am D
O God! can I not save
Am7
One from the pitiless wave?
Am Em
Is all that we see or seem
B7
But a dream within a dream?

Am9: xx7657
Em: 0790xx
C9: x3202x
Em(2): 0x200x
B7: x24240
Track Name: Silver (De La Mare)
Silver (Walter De La Mare)


Emaj7 D6 Em7 Dmaj7
Slowly, silently, now the moon
C G Bm7 Am7
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
Bm7 C G#m C#m
One by one the casements catch
B A G#m
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep
Of doves in silver feathered sleep
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws, and silver eye;
G Am7 Bm7 C
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
Bm7 Am7 Em7
By silver reeds in a silver stream.
Walter de la Mare

Emaj7 = xx2444
D6 = xx0202
Em7 = x7x787
Dmaj7 = xx0222
Track Name: Invictus (Henley)
Invictus
BY WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY



C G Am Em
Out of the night that covers me,
C G Am
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
C Em D Em
I thank whatever gods may be
C G Am
For my unconquerable soul.

Em D G Bm
In the fell clutch of circumstance
C G Am
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Em D G D
Under the bludgeonings of chance
C G D
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

Em D G Bm
It matters not how strait the gate,
C G Am
How charged with punishments the scroll,
C D Em G
I am the master of my fate,
C G A7
I am the captain of my soul.
Track Name: The Oxen (Hardy)
The Oxen
By Thomas Hardy

Intro: Bm G F#m Bm, F#m Bm F#m Bm

Bm G F#m Bm
Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock.
F#m D C#m Bm
“Now they are all on their knees,”
C#m F#m C#m F#m
An elder said as we sat in a flock
Em Bm Em Bm
By the embers in hearthside ease.

D A Em Bm
We pictured the meek mild creatures where
F#m Bm F#m Bm
They dwelt in their strawy pen,
D A Bm F#m
Nor did it occur to one of us there
G A Bm
To doubt they were kneeling then.

So fair a fancy few would weave
In these years! Yet, I feel,
If someone said on Christmas Eve,
“Come; see the oxen kneel,

“In the lonely barton by yonder coomb
Our childhood used to know,”
I should go with him in the gloom,
Hoping it might be so.
Track Name: The Darkling Thrush (Hardy)
The Darkling Thrush
By Thomas Hardy

Gm Bb
I leant upon a coppice gate
Gm - Dm Gm
When Frost was spectre-grey,
Gm Dm
And Winter's dregs made desolate
Bb-C D
The weakening eye of day.
Gm - Dm - Bb - Dm
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Am D
Like strings of broken lyres,
Cm Gm
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Eb Dm Gm
Had sought their household fires.

The land's sharp features seemed to be
The Century's corpse outleant,
His crypt the cloudy canopy,
The wind his death-lament.
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
Was shrunken hard and dry,
And every spirit upon earth
Seemed fervourless as I.

At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited;
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
In blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom.

So little cause for carolings
Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
And I was unaware.
Track Name: Weathers (Hardy)
Weathers

By Thomas Hardy

Intro: Am Em F G x2, Am Em F Am7, Am G Fmaj7+9

Am Em
This is the weather the cuckoo likes,
F G
And so do I;
Am Em
When showers betumble the chestnut spikes,
F G
And nestlings fly;
C Dm7 Em F
And the little brown nightingale bills his best,
Am Em F G
And they sit outside at ‘The Traveller’s Rest,’
C Dm7
And maids come forth sprig-muslin drest,
C Dm7
And citizens dream of the south and west,
Am G Fmaj7+9
And so do I.

This is the weather the shepherd shuns,
And so do I;
When beeches drip in browns and duns,
And thresh and ply;
And hill-hid tides throb, throe on throe,
And meadow rivulets overflow,
And drops on gate bars hang in a row,
And rooks in families homeward go,
And so do I.

Fmaj7+9 = xx3010
Track Name: A Cradle Song (Blake)
A Cradle Song (William Blake)


Bb Dm
Sweet dreams form a shade,
Cm Bb
O'er my lovely infants head.
Dm F
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams,
Eb Gm
By happy silent moony beams

Sweet sleep with soft down.
Weave thy brows an infant crown.
Sweet sleep Angel mild,
Hover o'er my happy child.

Fm Bb
Sweet smiles in the night,
Cm F
Hover over my delight.
Gm Cm
Sweet smiles Mothers smiles,
D7
All the livelong night beguiles.

Em Am
Sweet moans, dovelike sighs,
C D
Chase not slumber from thy eyes,
Em Am
Sweet moans, sweeter smiles,
Eb Bb Cm
All the dovelike moans beguiles.

Sleep sleep happy child,
All creation slept and smil'd.
Sleep sleep, happy sleep.
While o'er thee thy mother weep

Sweet babe in thy face,
Holy image I can trace.
Sweet babe once like thee.
Thy maker lay and wept for me

Wept for me for thee for all,
When he was an infant small.
Thou his image ever see.
Heavenly face that smiles on thee,

Smiles on thee on me on all,
Who became an infant small,
Infant smiles are His own smiles,
Heaven and earth to peace beguiles.
Track Name: Crossing the Bar (Tennyson)
Crossing the Bar (Tennyson)
Am Em
SUNSET and evening star,
D Am
And one clear call for me!
C G
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
D
When I put out to sea,

Am G
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
C - G Am
Too full for sound and foam,
Am G
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Am
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness or farewell,
When I embark;

For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.
Track Name: The Little Black Boy (Blake)
The Little Black Boy
BY WILLIAM BLAKE

Em –A Em
My mother bore me in the southern wild,
D Em
And I am black, but O! my soul is white;
Em –A Em
White as an angel is the English child:
D Em
But I am black as if bereav'd of light.

My mother taught me underneath a tree
And sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And pointing to the east began to say.

Em D G A
Look on the rising sun: there God does live
Em Bm7 C D
And gives his light, and gives his heat away.
Em D G A
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Em Bm7 C D
Comfort in morning joy in the noonday.

Em Bm7 C D
And we are put on earth a little space,
Em D C D
That we may learn to bear the beams of love,
Em Bm7 C D
And these black bodies and this sun-burnt face
Em D C D
Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.

For when our souls have learn'd the heat to bear
The cloud will vanish we shall hear his voice.
Saying: come out from the grove my love & care,
And round my golden tent like lambs rejoice.

Thus did my mother say and kissed me,
And thus I say to little English boy.
When I from black and he from white cloud free,
And round the tent of God like lambs we joy:

Em D
Ill shade him from the heat till he can bear,
C D G C
To lean in joy upon our fathers knee.
C D G A
And then I'll stand and stroke his silver hair,
C D Em
And be like him and he will then love me.