Recorded with the Helsinki Chamber Choir as part of Tenso Days Copenhagen 2016, conducted by James Wood.  (Tenso Young Composer's Workshop).

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Sombre the night is: 
And, though we have our lives, we know 
What sinister threat lurks there.

Dragging these anguished limbs, we only know 
This poison-blasted track opens on our camp— 
On a little safe sleep.

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But hark! Joy—joy—strange joy. 
Lo! Heights of night ringing with unseen larks: 
Music showering on our upturned listening faces.

Death could drop from the dark 
As easily as song— 
But song only dropped, 
Like a blind man's dreams on the sand 
By dangerous tides;
Like a girl's dark hair, for she dreams no ruin lies there, 
Or her kisses where a serpent hides.

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Isaac Rosenberg, 1917.