SATB a cappella, 4'30" score sample
Written in the depths of winter in northern New England, Frost’s stars “countlessly congregate/O’er our tumultuous snow,” They watch humanity dispassionately, “like some snow white Minerva’s snow-white marble eyes,” sharpening the already keen edge of the night’s “wintry winds.”
Written in the depths of winter in northern New England, Frost’s stars “countlessly congregate/O’er our tumultuous snow,” They watch humanity dispassionately, “like some snow white Minerva’s snow-white marble eyes,” sharpening the already keen edge of the night’s “wintry winds.”
Poem by Robert Frost, from A Boy's Will (1913)
How countlessly they congregate
O'er our tumultuous snow,
Which flows in shapes as tall as trees
When wintry winds do blow!--
As if with keenness for our fate,
Our faltering few steps on
To white rest, and a place of rest
Invisible at dawn--
And yet with neither love nor hate,
Those stars like some snow-white
Minerva's snow-white marble eyes
Without the gift of sight.
see also:
I. Rose Pogonias (summer)
II. In Hardwood Groves (fall)
IV. A Prayer in Spring (spring)
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