Refuge
from “Songs of Sorrow” - SATB a cappella with divisi - Sara Teasdale - English - Medium
“From my spirit's gray defeat, from my pulse's flagging beat,
From my hopes that turned to sand sifting through my close-clenched hand,
From my own fault's slavery.
If I can sing, I still am free. For with my singing I can make
A refuge for my spirit's sake, a house of shining words,
to be my fragile immortality.”
Recording / mp3 sample:
from “Songs of Sorrow” - SATB a cappella with divisi - Sara Teasdale - English - Medium
“From my spirit's gray defeat, from my pulse's flagging beat,
From my hopes that turned to sand sifting through my close-clenched hand,
From my own fault's slavery.
If I can sing, I still am free. For with my singing I can make
A refuge for my spirit's sake, a house of shining words,
to be my fragile immortality.”
Recording / mp3 sample:
from “Songs of Sorrow” - SATB a cappella with divisi - Sara Teasdale - English - Medium
“From my spirit's gray defeat, from my pulse's flagging beat,
From my hopes that turned to sand sifting through my close-clenched hand,
From my own fault's slavery.
If I can sing, I still am free. For with my singing I can make
A refuge for my spirit's sake, a house of shining words,
to be my fragile immortality.”
Recording / mp3 sample: