Description
Duration: 3′
Text
“Mirage” by Christina Rossetti
The hope I dreamed of was a dream,
Was but a dream, and now I wake.
Exceeding comfortless, and worn, and old.
For a dream’s sake.
I hang my harp upon a tree,
A weeping willow on a lake;
I hang my silent harp there, wrung and snapt.
For a dream’s sake.
Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart;
My silent heart, lie still and break:
Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed
For a dream’s sake.
Notes
Neapolitan and augmented chords couched in a minor key convey the angst and despair one feels when discovering that the dream one spent one’s life pursuing is only a mirage.
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