Скачать или смотреть Songs for Time After Love (December 2022)

Here is the previously hidden original recording of my song cycle, Songs for Time After Love. The video quality is quite poor but the audio is still listenable. The last song in particular is one of my favorite things I've written so far in my life. I hope to possibly expand the song cycle in the future but for now please enjoy!
Voice: Clara Schneider, Emily Douglass
Piano: Aidan Feeney, Clara Schneider
Cello: Katherine-Elizabeth Ma
Violin: Audrey Clement

I. Old Love and New (Sara Teasdale)
In my heart the old love
Struggled with the new
It was ghostly waking
All night through.

Dear things, kind things
That my old love said
Ranged themselves reproachfully
Round my bed.

But I could not heed them,
For I seemed to see
[The] eyes of my new love
Fixed on me.

Old love, old love,
How can I be true?
Shall I be faithless to myself
Or... you?

II. Time Does Not Bring Relief (Edna St. Vincent Millay)
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountainside,
And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year's bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go, --so with his memory they brim.
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, "There is no memory of him here!"
And so stand stricken, so remembering him.

III. You Will Forget Me (Ella Wheeler Wilcox)
You will forget me. The years are so tender,
They bind up the wounds which we think are so deep,
This dream of our youth will fade out as the splendor
Fades from the skies when the sun sinks to sleep,
The cloud of forgetfulness, over and over
Will banish the last rosy colors away,
And the fingers of time will weave garlands to cover
The scar which you think is a life-mark today.
...
You will forget me, will thank me for saying
The words which you think are so pointed with pain.
Time loves a new lay, and the dirge he is playing
Will change for you soon to a livelier strain.
I shall pass from your life, I shall pass out forever,
And these hours we have spent will be sunk in the past.
Youth buries its dead, grief kills seldom or never
And forgetfulness covers all sorrows at last.