I dedicate this piece to my aunt Elaine Copland (1938-2020), who died on September 8th. It is a choral setting of a poem by Emily Brontë.
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.
Here is a vocal draft with me on all vocals