Shores of Shadow


UNDER THE HARVEST MOON (1916)

   Under the harvest moon, 
When the soft silver
Drips shimmering
Over the garden nights,
Death, the gray mocker, 
Comes and whispers to you
As a beautiful friend
Who remembers.

   Under the summer roses 
When the flagrant crimson
Lurks in the dusk
Of the wild red leaves,
Love, with little hands,
Comes and touches you
With a thousand memories, 
And asks you
Beautiful, unanswerable questions.

Musical setting dedicated to Jeff Driggers
UNDER THE HARVEST MOON
VALLEY SONG (1918)
YOUR eyes and the valley are memories. 
Your eyes fire and the valley a bowl. 
It was here a moonrise crept over the timberline.
It was here we turned the coffee cups upside down.
And your eyes and the moon swept the valley.
 
I will see you again to-morrow. 
I will see you again in a million years. 
I will never know your dark eyes again. 
These are three ghosts I keep. 
These are three sumach-red dogs I run with.
 
All of it wraps and knots to a riddle: 
I have the moon, the timberline, and you. 
All three are gone—and I keep all three. 


Musical setting dedicated to Dr. Carole Clifford
VALLEY SONG
AT A WINDOW (1914)

Give me hunger, 
O you gods that sit and give 
The world its orders. 
Give me hunger, pain and want, 
Shut me out with shame and failure 
From your doors of gold and fame, 
Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger! 

But leave me a little love, 
A voice to speak to me in the day end, 
A hand to touch me in the dark room 
Breaking the long loneliness. 
In the dusk of day-shapes 
Blurring the sunset, 
One little wandering, western star 
Thrust out from the changing shores of shadow. 
Let me go to the window, 
Watch there the day-shapes of dusk 
And wait and know the coming 
Of a little love. 


Musical setting dedicated to Dale Hudson
 
AT A WINDOW
THE GREAT HUNT (1916)
 
I CANNOT tell you now; 
    When the wind’s drive and whirl 
    Blow me along no longer, 
    And the wind’s a whisper at last— 
Maybe I’ll tell you then—    
                                some other time. 
 
    When the rose’s flash to the sunset 
    Reels to the rack and the twist, 
    And the rose is a red bygone, 
    When the face I love is going
    And the gate to the end shall clang, 
    And it’s no use to beckon or say, “So long”— 
Maybe I’ll tell you then— 
                                some other time. 
 
I never knew any more beautiful than you:
    I have hunted you under my thoughts, 
    I have broken down under the wind 
    And into the roses looking for you. 
      I shall never find any 
                                greater than you.

Musical setting dedicated to Edward Koehler
THE GREAT HUNT


Score (PDF) (Click to open or right-click to save)

I. UNDER THE HARVEST MOON (Never performed - The recording is arranged for string orchestra.)
This video is cued to play through all the movements.

II. VALLEY SONG
III. AT A WINDOW
IV. THE GREAT HUNT

Copyright 2006-2018, E. Lein

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