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Break, Break, Break for SATB Choir

Composed for UGA Repertory Singers


Text by Alfred Tennyson, 1st Baron Tennyson FRS

Break, Break, Break

Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me.

O, well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O, well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay!

And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!

Break, break, break At the foot of thy crags, O Sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.

Premiered by UGA Repertory Singers, Ramsey Recital Hall,  April 13, 2016.