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Eric Whitacre, Text: Charles Anthony Sylvestri

Sleep”, composed in 2000, was originally set to the poem “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening,” by Robert Frost. However, at the time of composition, the Robert Frost Estate did not allow the poem to be public domain, so Whitacre decided to ask his friend and brilliant poet Charles Anthony Silvestri to write new words to the music he had already written. Eric has recently stated that, even though the Frost poem has passed into the public domain, he will not be releasing the original.

The evening hangs beneath the moon
A silver thread on darkened dune
With closing eyes and resting head
I know that sleep is coming soon
Upon my pillow, safe in bed
A thousand pictures fill my head
I cannot sleep, my mind’s a-flight
And yet my limbs seem made of lead
If there are noises in the night
A frightening shadow, flickering light
Then I surrender unto sleep
Where clouds of dream give second sight
What dreams may come, both dark and deep
Of flying wings and soaring leap
As I surrender unto sleep,
As I surrender unto sleep.

 

Sleep
Eric Whitacre, Text: Charles Anthony Sylvestri

Sleep”, composed in 2000, was originally set to the poem “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening,” by Robert Frost. However, at the time of composition, the Robert Frost Estate did not allow the poem to be public domain, so Whitacre decided to ask his friend and brilliant poet Charles Anthony Silvestri to write new words to the music he had already written. Eric has recently stated that, even though the Frost poem has passed into the public domain, he will not be releasing the original.

The evening hangs beneath the moon
A silver thread on darkened dune
With closing eyes and resting head
I know that sleep is coming soon
Upon my pillow, safe in bed
A thousand pictures fill my head
I cannot sleep, my mind’s a-flight
And yet my limbs seem made of lead
If there are noises in the night
A frightening shadow, flickering light
Then I surrender unto sleep
Where clouds of dream give second sight
What dreams may come, both dark and deep
Of flying wings and soaring leap
As I surrender unto sleep,
As I surrender unto sleep.