Poetry and Music 8

by Toby Darling

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Classic poetry set to music


released February 10, 2017

Poems as per authors credited
All music composed and produced by Toby Darling




Toby Darling Winchester, UK

Amateur enthusiast.
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: Ego Dominus Tuus (Yeats)
Ego Dominus Tuus (W.B. Yeats)

C Dm
ON the grey sand beside the shallow stream
F Fm
Under your old wind-beaten tower, where still
Am Em
A lamp burns on beside the open book
F Em Dm
That Michael Robartes left, you walk in the moon
Em Bm
And though you have passed the best of life still trace
Am Em F
Enthralled by the unconquerable delusion
Magical shapes.

F F9/E Dm7 Am7

By the help of an image
Dm7 Am7
I call to my own opposite, summon all
F F9/E Dm7 Am7
That I have handled least, least looked upon.

Bb Am D

And I would find myself and not an image.

That is our modern hope and by its light
We have lit upon the gentle, sensitive mind
And lost the old nonchalance of the hand;
Whether we have chosen chisel, pen or brush
We are but critics, or but half create,
Timid, entangled, empty and abashed
Lacking the countenance of our friends.

F9/E: xx2011
Track Name: There's Nothing Like the Sun (Edward Thomas)
There's Nothing Like the Sun (Edward Thomas)

G D Am7
There's nothing like the sun as the year dies,
G D Am7
Kind as it can be, this world being made so,
D Am D Am
To stones and men and beasts and birds and flies,
C G Am7
To all things that it touches except snow,

Whether on mountain side or street of town.
The south wall warms me: November has begun,
Yet never shone the sun as fair as now
While the sweet last-left damsons from the bough
C G B7
With spangles of the morning's storm drop down
C G Em Am
Because the starling shakes it, whistling what
G Am C D
Once swallows sang. But I have not forgot
E Am G Am
That there is nothing, too, like March's sun,

Like April's, or July's, or June's, or May's,
Or January's, or February's, great days:
And August, September, October, and December
Have equal days, all different from November.
No day of any month but I have said --
Or, if I could live long enough, should say --
"There's nothing like the sun that shines today."
There's nothing like the sun till we are dead.

Edward Thomas
Track Name: "For to Admire" (Kipling)
"For to Admire" (Rudyard Kipling)

C G Am Em
THE Injian Ocean sets an’ smiles
G Bm Am D
So sof’, so bright, so bloomin’ blue;
C G Bm Am
There aren’t a wave for miles an’ miles
G D Am C
Excep’ the jiggle from the screw.
Am Em
The ship is swep’, the day is done,
Am C D
The bugle’s gone for smoke and play;
C G Am Em
An’ black agin’ the settin’ sun
C G B7
The Lascar sings, “Hum deckty hai!”

C D Em Am
For to admire an’ for to see,
C G Am
For to be’old this world so wide—
C D Em Am
It never done no good to me,
C G Am
But I can’t drop it if I tried!

I see the sergeants pitchin’ quoits,
I ’ear the women laugh an’ talk,
I spy upon the quarter-deck
The orficers an’ lydies walk.
I thinks about the things that was,
An’ leans an’ looks acrost the sea,
Till spite of all the crowded ship
There’s no one lef’ alive but me.

F#m C#m
The things that was which I ’ave seen,
F#m A F#m B
In barrick, camp, an’ action too,
A Em
I tells them over by myself,
A Em
An’ sometimes wonders if they’re true;
For they was odd—most awful odd—
Am G
But all the same now they are o’er,
F Am
There must be ’eaps o’ plenty such,
G B7
An’ if I wait I’ll see some more.


Oh, I ’ave come upon the books,
An’ frequent broke a barrick rule,
An’ stood beside an’ watched myself
Be’avin’ like a bloomin’ fool.
I paid my price for findin’ out,
Nor never grutched the price I paid,
But sat in Clink without my boots,
Admirin’ ’ow the world was made.

Be’old a crowd upon the beam,
An’ ’umped above the sea appears
Old Aden, like a barrick-stove
That no one’s lit for years an’ years!
I passed by that when I began,
An’ I go ’ome the road I came,
A time-expired soldier-man
With six years’ service to ’is name.


My girl she said, “Oh, stay with me!”
My mother ’eld me to ’er breast.
They’ve never written none, an’ so
They must ’ave gone with all the rest—
With all the rest which I ’ave seen
An’ found an’ known an’ met along.
I cannot say the things I feel,
And so I sing my evenin’ song:

For to admire an’ for to see,
For to be’old this world so wide—
It never done no good to me,
But I can’t drop it if I tried!
Track Name: The Wanderer (Anglo-Saxon Poem)
The Wanderer (Anglo-Saxon Poem)

Em Em9
Often the solitary one
A A* Em Em9 Em Em9
finds grace for himself; The mercy of the Lord,

Em Em9
Although he, sorry-hearted,
A A* Em Em9 Em Em9
must for a long time move by hand
A A* Em Em9 Em Em9
along the waterways, along the ice-cold sea,
Em Em9
tread the paths of exile.

Em Em9
Events always go as they must!

So spoke the wanderer,
mindful of hardships,
of fierce slaughters
G A B7
and the downfall of kinsmen:

Em A
Always I had alone to speak of my trouble
each morning before dawn.
There is none now living to whom I dare clearly speak
of my innermost thoughts.

Em Em9
I know it truly,
A A* Em Em9 Em Em9
that it is in men a noble custom,
A A* Em Em9 Em Em9
that one should keep secure his spirit-chest,
Em Em9 Em Em9
guard his treasure-chamber, think as he wishes.

Em Em9
The weary spirit cannot withstand fate
A A* Em Em9 Em Em9

nor does a rough or sorrowful mind do any good

Em: 0790xx
E9: 0990xx
A: x076xx - 077xx
A*: x0542x
Em*: 055xxx - 054xxx
Em9*: 0240xx
Track Name: Hiawatha (Longfellow)
The Song of Hiawatha (Longfellow)

Am G F Em
By the shore of Gitche Gumee,
Am Em Am Em
By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
F Em Dm Am
At the doorway of his wigwam,
C G Am Em
In the pleasant Summer morning,
Am Em G
Hiawatha stood and waited.

All the air was full of freshness,
All the earth was bright and joyous,
And before him, through the sunshine,
Westward toward the neighboring forest
Passed in golden swarms the Ahmo,
Passed the bees, the honey-makers,
Burning, singing in the sunshine.

A Em
Bright above him shone the heavens,
Level spread the lake before him;
A Em
From its bosom leaped the sturgeon,
D A C#7
Sparkling, flashing in the sunshine;

A Em
On its margin the great forest
A Em
Stood reflected in the water,
D A Bm F#m
Every tree-top had its shadow,
G A Bm
Motionless beneath the water.

From the brow of Hiawatha
Gone was every trace of sorrow,
As the fog from off the water,
As the mist from off the meadow.
With a smile of joy and triumph,
With a look of exultation,
As of one who in a vision
Sees what is to be, but is not,
Stood and waited Hiawatha.
Track Name: November Sky (Edward Thomas)
NOVEMBER SKY (Edward Thomas)

Em Am Em Am
November’s days are thirty:
Em C Em Am
November’s earth is dirty,
Em D Em Am
Those thirty days, from first to last;
C D Em
And the prettiest things on ground are the paths
Am Em Am Em
With morning and evening hobnails dinted,
C D Em
With foot and wing-tip overprinted
F C E7
Or separately charactered,
F G Am D
Of little beast and little bird.
C G Am D
The fields are mashed by sheep, the roads
Dm Am
Make the worst going, the best the woods
G Am
Where dead leaves upward and downward scatter.
Few care for the mixture of earth and water,
Twig, leaf, flint, thorn,
Straw, feather, all that men scorn,
Pounded up and sodden by flood,
Condemned as mud.
But of all the months when earth is greener
Not one has clean skies that are cleaner.
Clean and clear and sweet and cold,
They shine above the earth so old,
While the after-tempest cloud
Sails over in silence though winds are loud,
Till the full moon in the east
Looks at the planet in the west
And earth is silent as it is black,
Yet not unhappy for its lack.
Up from the dirty earth men stare;
One imagines a refuge there
Above the mud, in the pure bright
Of the cloudless heavenly light:
Another loves earth and November more dearly
Because without them, he sees clearly,
The sky would be nothing more to his eye
Than he, in any case, is to the sky;
He loves even the mud whose dyes
Renounce all brightness to the skies.
Track Name: The Echo Elf Answers (Hardy)
The Echo Elf Answers
By Thomas Hardy

How much shall I love her?
A/D G Dsus4
For life, or not long?
A/D G D Am7 Bm6 Amaj7
“Not long.”

Alas! When forget her?
In years, or by June?
“By June.”

Bb Am D
And whom woo I after?
Bb Am A
No one, or a throng?
Bb Am D Bb Am A
“A throng.”

Of these shall I wed one
Long hence, or quite soon?
“Quite soon.”

And which will my bride be?
The right or the wrong?
“The wrong.”

And my remedy – what kind?
Wealth-wove, or earth-hewn?

A/D: xx0655
G1: xx0433
G2: xx0787
Am7: x0201x
Bm6: x0403x
Amaj7: x0212x
Track Name: The Lady of Shalott (part 1) (Tennyson)
The Lady of Shalott (1832)
The Lady of Shalott (1832)
Part I

On either side the river lie
D F#m
Long fields of barley and of rye,
D F#m
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
A Bm
And thro' the field the road runs by
A G D To many-tower'd Camelot;
A Bm
The yellow-leaved waterlily
D F#m
The green-sheathed daffodilly
Tremble in the water chilly
D Round about Shalott.

F#m A F#m E
Willows whiten, aspens shiver.
D A Bm
The sunbeam showers break and quiver
In the stream that runneth ever
By the island in the river
D Flowing down to Camelot.
F#m A E D
Four gray walls, and four gray towers
F#m D A E
Overlook a space of flowers,
Bm A
And the silent isle imbowers
A G D The Lady of Shalott.

Underneath the bearded barley,
The reaper, reaping late and early,
Hears her ever chanting cheerly,
Like an angel, singing clearly, O'er the stream of Camelot.
Piling the sheaves in furrows airy,
Beneath the moon, the reaper weary
Listening whispers, ' 'Tis the fairy, Lady of Shalott.'

The little isle is all inrail'd
With a rose-fence, and overtrail'd
With roses: by the marge unhail'd
The shallop flitteth silken sail'd, Skimming down to Camelot.
A pearl garland winds her head:
She leaneth on a velvet bed,
Full royally apparelled, The Lady of Shalott.

B/A = x0444x
Track Name: The Lady of Shalott (part 3) (Tennyson)
The Lady of Shalott (1832)
Part III

Bm/D Am/D
A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
Em A
He rode between the barley-sheaves,
Em A
The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,
Am Em
And flam'd upon the brazen greaves
G A B7
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
Em D
A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd
Am B7
To a lady in his shield,
Em A
That sparkled on the yellow field,
G A B7
Beside remote Shalott.

The gemmy bridle glitter'd free,
Like to some branch of stars we see
Hung in the golden Galaxy.
The bridle bells rang merrily
As he rode down from Camelot:
And from his blazon'd baldric slung
A mighty silver bugle hung,
And as he rode his armour rung,
Beside remote Shalott.

F#m B
All in the blue unclouded weather
F#m B
Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather,
Bm F#m
The helmet and the helmet-feather
E G#
Burn'd like one burning flame together,
A E G#7
As he rode down from Camelot.
As often thro' the purple night,
E F#m
Below the starry clusters bright,
Some bearded meteor, trailing light,
G A B7
Moves over green Shalott.

His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;
On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow'd
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode down from Camelot.
From the bank and from the river
He flash'd into the crystal mirror,
'Tirra lirra, tirra lirra:'
Sang Sir Lancelot.

She left the web, she left the loom
She made three paces thro' the room
She saw the water-flower bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She look'd down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
'The curse is come upon me,' cried
The Lady of Shalott.

Bm/D = xx0777
Am/D = xx0555
Track Name: The Lady of Shalott (part 4) (Tennyson)
The Lady of Shalott (1832)
Part IV

In the stormy east-wind straining,
D F#m
The pale yellow woods were waning,
D F#m
The broad stream in his banks complaining,
A Bm
Heavily the low sky raining
Over tower'd Camelot;
A Bm
Outside the isle a shallow boat
D F#m
Beneath a willow lay afloat,
Below the carven stern she wrote,
The Lady of Shalott.

F#m A
A cloudwhite crown of pearl she dight,
All raimented in snowy white
D A Bm
That loosely flew (her zone in sight
Clasp'd with one blinding diamond bright)
Her wide eyes fix'd on Camelot,
F#m A E D
Though the squally east-wind keenly
F#m D A E
Blew, with folded arms serenely
Bm A
By the water stood the queenly
Lady of Shalott.

G Am D Em
With a steady stony glance—
Em Am G Bm
Like some bold seer in a trance,
C G Am Em
Beholding all his own mischance,
Am G F Em
Mute, with a glassy countenance—
Am F Em
She look'd down to Camelot.
Am G
It was the closing of the day:
Am G
She loos'd the chain, and down she lay;
C G Am Em
The broad stream bore her far away,
Am F Em
The Lady of Shalott.

F Am
As when to sailors while they roam,
F C Dm Am
By creeks and outfalls far from home,
F C Dm E7
Rising and dropping with the foam,
Am G F Am
From dying swans wild warblings come,
Dm E7
Blown shoreward; so to Camelot
F C Dm Am
Still as the boathead wound along
F C Dm E7
The willowy hills and fields among,
Am G F Am
They heard her chanting her deathsong,
Dm E7
The Lady of Shalott.

Bm/D Am/D
A longdrawn carol, mournful, holy,
Em A
She chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Em A
Till her eyes were darken'd wholly,
Am Em
And her smooth face sharpen'd slowly,
G A B7
Turn'd to tower'd Camelot:
Em D
For ere she reach'd upon the tide
Am B7
The first house by the water-side,
Em A
Singing in her song she died,
G A B7
The Lady of Shalott.

Under tower and balcony, [chords as per verses 1 and 2]
By garden wall and gallery,
A pale, pale corpse she floated by,
Deadcold, between the houses high,
Dead into tower'd Camelot.
Knight and burgher, lord and dame,
To the planked wharfage came:
Below the stern they read her name,
The Lady of Shalott.

They cross'd themselves, their stars they blest,
Knight, minstrel, abbot, squire, and guest.
There lay a parchment on her breast,
That puzzled more than all the rest,
The wellfed wits at Camelot.
'The web was woven curiously,
The charm is broken utterly,
Draw near and fear not,—this is I,
The Lady of Shalott.'