Instrumentation:   3.2.2.2 - 4.2.3.1 - Timp+3 - Strings

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Duration:                9 minutes

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This piece was written in honor of my daughters, Annika Madeline and Fiona Joy Perttu.  While I was composing it, I had the great pleasures of watching them grow and develop.  Their spirits epitomize the season of Spring and are captured as well by the following poem by William Blake.

 

"To Spring," from Poetical Sketches (1783)

William Blake

 

O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down
Through the clear windows of the morning, turn
Thine angel eyes upon our western isle,
Which in full choir hails thy approach, O Spring!

The hills tell one another, and the listening
Valleys hear; all our longing eyes are turn’d
Up to thy bright pavilions: issue forth
And let thy holy feet visit our clime!

Come o’er the eastern hills, and let our winds
Kiss thy perfumèd garments; let us taste
Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls
Upon our lovesick land that mourns for thee.

O deck her forth with thy fair fingers; pour
Thy soft kisses on her bosom; and put
Thy golden crown upon her languish’d head,
Whose modest tresses are bound up for thee.

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