Waiting is on the “Ode on a Grecian Urn” albums (I and II) You can also buy the mp3 at the “store” on this site. Thanks for your support!
SERENE, I fold my hands and wait,
Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea;
I rave no more ‘gainst time or fate,
For, lo! my own shall come to me.
I stay my haste, I make delays,
For what avails this eager pace?
I stand amid the eternal ways,
And what is mine shall know my face.
Asleep, awake, by night or day,
The friends I seek are seeking me;
No wind can drive my bark astray,
Nor change the tide of destiny.
What matter if I stand alone?
I wait with joy the coming years;
My heart shall reap where it hath sown,
And garner up its fruit of tears.
The waters know their own and draw
The brook that springs in yonder height;
So flows the good with equal law
Unto the soul of pure delight.
The stars come nightly to the sky;
The tidal wave unto the sea;
Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high,
Can keep my own away from me.
William Blake’s The Chimney Sweeper from Songs of Innocence and Songs of Experience recorded in Tucson Arizona. Link above to YouTube. Click on picture for another link to Blake’s work.
Recently been short of breath. So did the best I could for now.
Hope you enjoy them.
New music for “A Dream” from the “Songs of Innocence” by William Blake. Recorded at home in Tucson to document the musical ideas. Hope you enjoy it.
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The album “Ode on a Grecian Urn” now includes Keats’ “Ode to a Nightingale.” Click here to link to lulu.com. It’s also available at amazon.com in the Ode to a Grecian Urn II album.
Thanks for your support.
Ode to a Nightingale is finally pulling together. I’m getting very close to beginning the recording process. My first reaction to putting this great work to music was a bit overwhelming. But patient, inching progress has led to something I think will be very nice and fitting of the great sentiments.
My favorite part: “Was it a vision or a waking dream? Fled is that music-do I wake or sleep?” (The very last lines)
Of course I love the whole poem. I hope you will like what I’m doing with it.

Just posted a video of William Blake‘s Introduction piece in the collection Songs of Innocence. The audio is taken from an old cassette tape which include several ideas for musical versions of Blake’s famous collection. I’ve managed to score several of these on Finale and would love to perform them someday once I’ve tested them and feel they are ready for prime time!
Thanks for listening!
First version of John Burroughs‘ famous poem
“Waiting”.
There are so many things I’ve tried doing with this song and I finally decided to leave it bare bones simple.
One guitar, three voices and some bass at the end.
My hope is that the music fits the poem and that I’ve done well enough for now with this first version. It’s been a long time coming!
[podcast]http://www.michaelemmanuel.com/uploads/WaitingBurroughs.mp3[/podcast]
Two Songs, “Circle of Love” and “Love Only Comes” from SINGular mOMent CD and MOrning Sun CD will be part of a great show on onlinewithandrea on Blog Talk Radio on a special 3 hour show, Monday, September 21st. The show is in celebration of the United Nations International Day of Peace.
http://www.blogtalkradio.com/onlinewithandrea/2009/09/22/One-Love-for-Music-with-Lee-Waterworth
Check out the time for your time zone and register with Blog Talk Radio so you can join everyone in the chat room. If you can’t make it for the live show you can listen to the archive any time.
It is a great honor for me to have my music included on this wonderful show!
Hope to see you there!
Rumours from an Aeolian Harp Thoreau
Here’s something I hope you’ll enjoy while I work on Waiting(Burroughs) and Song of Wandering Aengus(Yeats)
I especially like the harmonizing at the end!
Rumors form an Aeolian Harp
Henry David Thoreau
There is a vale which none hath seen,
Where foot of man has never been,
Such as here lives with toil and strife,
An anxious and a sinful life.
There every virtue has its birth,
Ere it descends upon the earth,
And thither every deed returns,
Which in the generous bosom burns.
There love is warm, and youth is young,
And poetry is yet unsung.
For Virtue still adventures there,
And freely breathes her native air.
And ever, if you hearken well,
You still may hear its vesper bell,
And tread of high-souled men go by,
Their thoughts conversing with the sky