The Saddest Noise - Inga Swearingen

En dikt av Emily Dickinson till musik av Richard Dworsky. Inga Swearingen sjunger med Richard Dworsky vid pianot och troligtvis Gary Raynor på stråkbas. Musiken börjar vid 23.44 min. Starta spelaren vid startknapp till vänster och "spola" med den lilla kontrollen genom att klicka med pilen på ett ungefärligt avstånd. Justera sedan tills rätt tid är funnen. Från 2007.

The saddest noise, the sweetest noise,
The maddest noise that grows, --
The birds, they make it in the spring,
At night's delicious close.

Between the March and April line --
That magical frontier
Beyond which summer hesitates,
Almost too heavenly near.

It makes us think of all the dead
That sauntered with us here,
By separation's sorcery
Made cruelly more dear.

It makes us think of what we had,
And what we now deplore.
We almost wish those siren throats
Would go and sing no more.

An ear can break a human heart
As quickly as a spear,
We wish the ear had not a heart
So dangerously near.