Hope is the Thing with Feathers For: Mezzo-Soprano and Cello
(duration: 6’00”)
By
Gillian R. Menichino
*Commissioned by the Royal Northern College of Music for the Gold Medal Competition 2009 Copyright© May 2009
Hope is the Thing with Feathers Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chilliest land And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.
Commissioned by Royal Northern College of Music for the Gold Medal Competition 2009
"Hope is the Thing with Feathers" q = 60
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Gillian R. Meinchino Poem by Emily Dickinson
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