SARA BRUTON, VOICE AMANDA SHERRILL, PIANO MASTERS RECITAL SERIES RECITAL HALL APRIL 13, 2015 • 7:30 ARIZONA STATE UNIVERSITY School of Music Program Les Papillons I 0 Rest in the Lord Felix Mendelssohn (1809-1847) from Elijah Thy Hand Belinda Henry Purcell ( 1659-1695) from Dido and Aeneas II Des Sennen Abschied Robert Schumann Mein schoner Stern (1810-1856) Schneeglockchen Verratene Liebe III Pastoral Song She never told her Love Fidelity Joseph Haydn ( 1732-1809) The snow-white butterflies fly in swarms over the sea. Beautiful white butterflies, when can I travel the blue path of the air? Tell me, oh fairest of the fair, my dancing-girl with the jet-black eyes if they were to lend me their wings, do you know where I would fly? Not taking one kiss from the roses, I'd fly across valleys and forests to alight on your half-closed lips (oh my soul's chosen flower!) - and there I'd die. lei-bas! **There will be a JO-minute intermission** IV Les Papillons Ernest Chausson (1855-1899) lei-bas! Gabriel Faure (1845-1924) v What Shall We Remember? The Red Dress Cradle and All Will the really be a morning? Harlem Night Song Ricky Ian Gordon (b. 1956) Theophile Gautier (1811-1872) Rene-Francois Sully-Prudhomme ( 1839-1907) In this world all the flow'rs wither, The sweet songs of the birds are brief; I dream of summers that will last Always! In this world the lips touch but lightly, And no taste of sweetness remains; I dream of a kiss that will last Always. In this world ev'ry man is mourning His lost friendship or his lost love; I dream of fond lovers abiding Always! Des Sennen Abschied Friedrich von Schiller ( 1759-1805) You meadows, farewell, you sunny pasturelands ! The herdsman must leave, for summer is past. We travel to the mountain and return when the cuckoo calls, when songs awaken, when the earth adorns itself anew with flowers, when the springs flow in lovely May. You meadows, farewell, you sunny pasturelands ! The herdsman must leave, for summer is past. Mein schoner Stern My radiant star, I beg you, Oh do not let your bright light Be dimmed by the mists in me. Rather help transfigure the mists in me Into light, my radiant star! My radiant star, I beg you, Do not descend to earth Because you see me down here still. Rather lift me up to heaven, My radiant star, where you already are! Friedrich ROckert (1788-1866) Friedrich Ruckert (1788-1866) Schneeglockchen The snow, that just yesterday was falling in flakes from the sky, today hangs now, congealed, like bells from a tender stem. The snowdrop bell tolls - what does it mean in the silent grove? 0 come quickly! In the grove, it tolls for Spring. 0 come, you leaves, blossoms and flowers you who are still dreaming come to Spring's sanctuary! Come at once! Verratene Liebe That night we kissed each other, o maiden, no one was observing us. The stars, which stood in the sky we confided only in those stars. It was one star that fell, and accused us to the sea; then the sea told it to a rudder, and the rudder told it to a sailor. That same sailor sang it to his sweetheart. Now, on the streets and in the market, the boys and girls sing of it in chorus. Claude Charles Fauriel (1772-1844) Program Les Papillons I 0 Rest in the Lord Felix Mendelssohn (1809-1847) from Elijah Thy Hand Belinda Henry Purcell ( 1659-1695) from Dido and Aeneas II Des Sennen Abschied Robert Schumann Mein schoner Stern (1810-1856) Schneeglockchen Verratene Liebe III Pastoral Song She never told her Love Fidelity Joseph Haydn ( 1732-1809) The snow-white butterflies fly in swarms over the sea. Beautiful white butterflies, when can I travel the blue path of the air? Tell me, oh fairest of the fair, my dancing-girl with the jet-black eyes if they were to lend me their wings, do you know where I would fly? Not taking one kiss from the roses, I'd fly across valleys and forests to alight on your half-closed lips (oh my soul's chosen flower!) - and there I'd die. lei-bas! **There will be a JO-minute intermission** IV Les Papillons Ernest Chausson (1855-1899) lei-bas! Gabriel Faure (1845-1924) v What Shall We Remember? The Red Dress Cradle and All Will the really be a morning? Harlem Night Song Ricky Ian Gordon (b. 1956) Theophile Gautier (1811-1872) Rene-Francois Sully-Prudhomme ( 1839-1907) In this world all the flow'rs wither, The sweet songs of the birds are brief; I dream of summers that will last Always! In this world the lips touch but lightly, And no taste of sweetness remains; I dream of a kiss that will last Always. In this world ev'ry man is mourning His lost friendship or his lost love; I dream of fond lovers abiding Always!