Treasures of the deep (Alfred Robert Gaul)
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- (Posted 2023-10-18) CPDL #76459:
- Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2023-10-18). Score information: Letter, 16 pages, 755 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: Treasures of the deep
Composer: Alfred Robert Gaul
Lyricist: Felicia Hemans
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 1888 Novello, Ewer, and Co.
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Original text and translations
English text
What hidest thou in thy treasure-caves and cells,
Thou hollow-sounding and mysterious main?—
Pale glistening pearls, and rainbow-coloured shells,
Bright things which gleam unrecked of, and in vain!—
Keep, keep thy riches, melancholy sea!
We ask not such from thee.
Yet more, the depths have more!—what wealth untold,
Far down, and shining through their stillness lies!
Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold,
Won from ten thousand royal Argosies!—
Sweep o’er thy spoils, thou wild and wrathful main; °
Earth claims not these again.
Yet more, the depths have more!—thy waves have rolled
Above the cities of a world gone by:
Sand hath filled up the palaces of old,
Seaweed o’ergrown the halls of revelry:
Dash o’er them, ocean! in thy scornful play!
Man yields them to decay.
Yet more! the billows and the depths have more!
High hearts and brave are gathered to thy breast!
They hear not now the booming waters roar,
The battle thunders will not break their rest.—
Keep thy red gold and gems, thou stormy grave!
Give back the true and brave!
Give back the lost and lovely!—those for whom
The place was kept at board and hearth so long,
The prayer went up thro’ midnight’s breathless gloom,
And the vain yearning woke ’midst festal song!
Hold fast thy buried isles, thy towers o’erthrown—
But all is not thine own.
To thee the love of woman hath gone down,
Dark flow thy tides o’er manhood’s noble head,
O’er youth’s bright locks, and beauty’s flowery crown
Yet must thou hear a voice—Restore the dead!
Earth shall reclaim her precious things from thee!—
Restore the dead, thou sea!
° Italic– lines in original poem not included in musical setting