for soprano and pianoforces: Soprano, Piano
duration: Ca 2'30"
published by: Composers Edition
Poem by Helena Bantock. Set and published by kind permission of Cuillin Bantock for the Granville Bantock Estate.
Love is dead that came with the years,
Silent, sealed from your smiles and tears.
Bury him high in the lonely hill
Where the withering winds are never still.
The sweet wild myrtle shall be his pall,
And his coronach the curlew’s call,
‘Neath the rock of doom he will slumber deep,
Nor all your weeping will break his sleep.
This poem by Helena Bantock is reproduced by generous permission of Cuillin Bantock, Senior Trustee of the Bantock Estate. It was published in Granville Bantock: a Personal Portrait by Myrrha Bantock: J.M.Dent & Sons Ltd, London, 1972. I believe that I set it to music in 1976, but the manuscript was lost soon afterwards. In 2015 I remembered this when my daughter asked whether I had ever written anything suitable for her to sing. To my surprise I found that I had retained more or less complete recall of the original version, which I duly wrote down again on the same day. The text provided here probably includes some marginal improvements of piano lay-out and texture, but can still be reasonably regarded as the 1976 work of a fledgling, 19-yearold composer. Having originally found the poem touching in its private context as a devoted wife’s memorial to her illustrious composer husband, I never entertained any thought of integrating it into some disparate sequence of other song settings. Accordingly it remains an isolated fragment, perhaps destined more for intimate domestic use than for recital performance.