This is an orchestral preface to nine fragments from Sappho set to music for contralto and orchestra, and "indicating," says the composer, "emotional moods of the Greek poetess as an introduction to her songs." The verses set to music by Mr. Bantock are (1) the famous Hymn to Aphrodite, and the fragments beginning as follows: (2) "I loved thee once, Atthis, long ago";[8](3) "Evening, thou bringest all"; (4) "Stand face to face,friend"; (5) "The moon has set"; (6) "Peer of Gods he seems"; (7) "In a dream I spake"; (8) Bridal Song—"O fair, O lovely!" (9) "Muse of the golden throne."[9]
The Prelude is constructed of themes taken from certain of the songs to which it serves as an introduction. It opens with harp-chords, in the manner of an improvisation, derived from the setting of the ninth Fragment:
"Muse of the golden throne,O raise thy strain...."
This is repeated; then follows, after some intervening measures, an expressive phrase sung by violins, 'cellos, horn, and bassoon, which, in the setting of the fifth Fragment, accompanies the words:
"I yearn and seek, I know not what to do,And I flutter like a child after her mother."
There is a crescendo, leading to afortissimoproclamation by the trumpet of a theme from the ninth Fragment ("Muse of the Golden Throne"), followed by the impassioned theme (for violins and trumpet) which, towards the close of the fifth Fragment, underscores the lines:
"Yea, Eros shakes my soul, yea, Eros,A wind on the mountain falling on the oaks."
This leads directly into a climactic outburst for full orchestra, on a theme borrowed from the sixth Fragment:
"Dare I to love thee?"
A languishing passage follows (strings, wood-wind, and horns), taken from the setting of the words (in the sixth Fragment):
"Sight have I none, nor hearing, cold dew bathes me,Paler than grass I am, and in my madnessSeem as one dead."
There is a brief crescendo, then the conclusion, of gradually subsiding intensity. The music is almost note for note that of the seventh Fragment:
"Delicate Adonis is dying; what shall we do?Beat your breasts, maidens, and rend your tunics!Ah, for Adonis!The Dawn shall see thee no more,Nor dark-eyed Sleep, the daughter of Night,Ah, for Adonis!"[10]