On a Dream for SATB by Marco Galvani. As Hermes once took to his feathers light, When lulled Argus, baffled, swoond and slept, So on a Delphic reed, my idle spright So playd, so charmd, so conquerd, so bereft The dragon-world of all its hundred eyes; And seeing it asleep, so fled away, Not to pure Ida with its snow-cold skies, Nor unto Tempe where Jove grievd that day; But to that second circle of sad Hell, Where in the gust, the whirlwind, and the flaw Of rain and hail-stones, lovers need not tell Their sorrows—pale were the sweet lips I saw, Pale were the lips I kissd, and fair the form I floated with, about that melancholy storm. - John Keats (1819) 30-Licence Download This is a choral download sold with a licence to make up to 30 copies.
