Double choir, SATB quartet; 10 minutes
After the second verse, the piece becomes slightly darker as we discover the “Spell” is more like a curse. Hope returns in the fourth verse with the soloists declaring they can salvage the situation by planting the promised rose bush.
The fifth verse amasses most of the previous musical ideas as it grows towards the end. “But I was called…” re-uses the same music heard earlier at “raised horrid shows…”, but doubled in duration. The soloists echo some words from the first verse as the momentum builds towards “Gave me his heart anew”. The E major chord on “Gave”, is the first emphasized major chord of the piece. This reflects my interpretation that the narrator believes “she” was successful, and “he” did, indeed, re-dedicate his heart to her.
My decision for omitting Thomas Hardy’s final verse came about for several reasons. Most importantly, I wanted to end the composition with an ascension to “Gave me his heart anew!” The sixth verse reaffirms that “he” has re-evaluated his viewpoint and now has a new appreciation for that which he has lost. I felt this was amply expressed in my treatment of “Gave me his heart anew”. Furthermore, I preferred to end with the former words, rather than “Too late to tell me so!”
(Full text below)
Premiered November 14, 2004 at the Metropolitan United Church, Toronto. |
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The
premier performance was given by over 200 voices, including:
McGill University Chamber Choir Université d'Ottawa Calixa Lavallée Ensemble University of Toronto MacMillan Singers University of Guelph Chamber Choir Acadia University Singers Wilfrid Laurier University Choir University of Lethbridge Singers Robert Sund, director |
Recorded excerpts
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The Spell of the Rose
Thomas Hardy,
"I
mean to build a hall anon,
And shape two turrets there,
And a broad newelled stair,
And a cool well for crystal water;
Yes; I will build a hall anon,
Plant roses love shall feed upon,
And apple trees and pear.”
He set to build the manor-hall,
And shaped the turrets there,
And the broad newelled stair,
And the cool well for crystal water;
He built for me that manor-hall,
And planted many trees withal,
But no rose anywhere.
And as he planted never a rose
That bears the flower of love,
Though other flower's throve
A frost-wind moved our souls to sever
Since he had planted never a rose;
And misconceits raised horrid shows,
And agonies came thereof.
“I'll mend these miseries,” then said I,
And so, at dead of night,
I went and, screened from sight,
That nought should keep our souls in severance,
I set a rose-bush. “This,” said I,
“May end divisions dire and wry,
And long-drawn days of blight.”
But I was called from earth -- yea, called
Before my rose-bush grew;
And would that now I knew
What feels he of the tree I planted,
And whether, after I was called
To be a ghost, he, as of old,
Gave me his heart anew!
[Final verse omitted]