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Series: Signature Secular Series
Format: SATB Choral Score
Accompaniment: Unaccompanied 
Composer:
Donald M. Skirvin
Text: Sara Teasdale
Performance time - ca. 6:10

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O Beauty (the last movement of the four-movement piece Alchemy) works well as a stand-along piece. Just as the ancient practice of alchemy endeavored to turn dross into gold, these settings of Sara Teasdale poems trace through its four movements a series of poetic and musical transformations along life’s journey. In O Beauty, we encounter the ultimate transformation that occurs when we pursue the path that beauty unfolds for us.

O Beauty
From the poem August Moonrise
By Sara Teasdale

The sun was gone, and the moon was coming
Over the blue Connecticut hills;
The west was rosy, the east was flushed,
And over my head the swallows rushed
This way and that, with changeful wills.

The maples stamped against the west
Were black and stately and full of rest,

And the hazy orange moon grew up
And slowly changed to yellow gold
While the hills were darkened, fold on fold
To a deeper blue than a flower could hold.
Down the hill I went, and then
I forgot the ways of men,
For nightscents, heady, and damp and cool
Wakened ecstasy in me
On the brink of a shining pool.

O Beauty, out of many a cup
You have made me drunk and wild
Ever since I was a child,
But when have I been sure as now
That no bitterness can bend
And no sorrow wholly bow
One who loves you to the end?

And though I must give my breath
And my laughter all to death,
And my eyes through which joy came,
And my heart, a wavering flame;

If all must leave me and go back
Along a blind and fearful track
So that you can make anew,
Fusing with intenser fire,
Something nearer your desire;
If my soul must go alone
Through a cold infinity,
Or even if it vanish, too,
Beauty, I have worshipped you.

Let this single hour atone
For the theft of all of me.

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