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