To One Beyond Seas (2018)
for Soprano, Violin and Piano
Text: Emily Pauline Johnson
Duration: 18 min
Vocal Range: C#4-A5
Commission: NAVO
Premiere: Sarah Tannehill Anderson, Soprano; Véronique Mathieu, Violin; Ellen Sommer, Piano. May 12, 2018, Overland Park, KS
PROGRAM NOTE:
When I first encountered the poetry of Mohawk-Canadian poet Emily Pauline Johnson (1861–1913), also known in Mohawk as Tekahionwake, I was moved by her unique and strong poetic voice. “Autumn’s Orchestra,” a suite of ten short verses, is a powerful mediation on nature and life. Throughout the poem, Johnson uses vivid visual and auditory imagery as well as symbolism, which inspired my own musical imagination and became a driving force behind my setting. “To One Beyond Seas” was commissioned by NAVO.
AUTUMN'S ORCHESTRA
By Emily Pauline Johnson
(INSCRIBED TO ONE BEYOND SEAS) Know by the thread of music woven through This fragile web of cadences I spin,
That I have only caught these songs since you Voiced them upon your haunting violin.
THE OVERTURE
October's orchestra plays softly on The northern forest with its thousand strings, And Autumn, the conductor wields anon The Golden-rod - The baton that he swings.
THE FIRS
There is a lonely minor chord that sings Faintly and far along the forest ways, When the firs finger faintly on the strings Of that rare violin the night wind plays, Beneath the English pines beyond the sea.
MOSSES
The lost wind wandering, forever grieves Low overhead, Above grey mosses whispering of leaves Fallen and dead. And through the lonely night sweeps their refrain Like Chopin's prelude, sobbing 'neath the rain.
THE VINE
The wild grape mantling the trail and tree, Festoons in graceful veils its drapery, Its tendrils cling, as clings the memory stirred By some evasive haunting tune, twice heard.
THE MAPLE
I. It is the blood-hued maple straight and strong, Voicing abroad its patriotic song. II. Its daring colours bravely flinging forth The ensign of the Nation of the North.
HARE-BELL
Elfin bell in azure dress, Chiming all day long, Ringing through the wilderness Dulcet notes of song. Daintiest of forest flowers Weaving like a spell - Music through the Autumn hours, Little Elfin bell.
THE GIANT OAK
And then the sound of marching armies 'woke Amid the branches of the soldier oak, And tempests ceased their warring cry, and dumb The lashing storms that muttered, overcome, Choked by the heralding of battle smoke, When these gnarled branches beat their martial drum.
ASPENS
A sweet high treble threads its silvery song, Voice of the restless aspen, fine and thin It trills its pure soprano, light and long - Like the vibretto of a mandolin.
FINALE
The cedar trees have sung their vesper hymn, And now the music sleeps - Its benediction falling where the dim Dusk of the forest creeps. Mute grows the great concerto - and the light Of day is darkening, Good-night, Good-night. But through the night time I shall hear within The murmur of these trees, The calling of your distant violin Sobbing across the seas, And waking wind, and star-reflected light Shall voice my answering. Good-night, Good-night.