I Feel the Fell of Dark for Soprano, Cello, and Percussion Hard Copy

The text for I Feel the Fell of Dark is from a poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins.  
I was attracted to Hopkins poetry both for its sound (its sprung rhythm) and 
for its expressive quality.   Hopkins was a Franciscan monk who would at times 
fall into deep depressions.  I Feel the Fell of Dark expresses Hopkins' 
despair brought about by these frequent deep depressions 
and his struggle with his religion in relation to his bouts of depression.
 
I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day.
What hours, O what black hours we have spent
This night what sights you, heart, saw; ways you went!
And more must, in yet longer light?s delay.
With witness I speak this.  But where I say
Hours I mean years, mean life.  And my lament
Is cries countless, cries like dead letters sent
To dearest him that lives alas! Away.
I am gall, I am heartburn.  God?s most deep decree
Bitter would have me taste: my taste was me;
Bones built in me, flesh filled, blood brimmed the curse.
Selfyeast of spirit a dull dough sours.  I see
The lost are like this, and their scourge to be
As I am mine, their sweating selves; but worse.