Sonnet 104


Words by William Shakespeare
SATB (div), French horn
Published by Fresh Ayre Music

A gift from Heidi and James Miller to each other on the occasion of their third anniversary. This is a modern madrigal, harmonically akin to the works of Illedrando Pizzetti.

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Sonnet 104

To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were, when first your eye I ey’d,
Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold
Have from the forests shook three summers’ pride,
Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn’d
In process of the seasons have I seen,
Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn’d,
Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.
Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand,
Steal from his figure and no pace perceiv’d;
So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,
Hath motion and mine eye may be deceiv’d:
For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred;
Ere you were born, was beauty’s summer dead.


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