THE DAY THOU GAVEST
(after conjectures that the hymn tune 'St Clement', long attributed to the Rev. Clement Scholefield, might be in part the work of Arthur Sullivan)
What part is Clement, what part Arthur,
none now can hope or need to tell.
The hymn the singers love is seamless;
if sewn, then sewn together well.
Whatever zones part eve from waking,
the shadow edge of light in air
moves elegiac in its raising
along the spine and through the hair.
And did the famous aid the cleric,
whose other music fell away?
The question stands, and needs no letters,
no fingerprints, no DNA.
And only wishing tells us Clement,
himself a part of all he'd met,
once only found, once only, music
more great than most, more nearly great.
This poem was written in 2013 for the Mirehouse/Words by the Water competition, whose theme that year was the Tennyson quotation "I am a part of all that I have met." I cannot remember what led me, at about that time, to the Wikipedia page for the hymn tune 'St Clement', so effectively tied to the words 'The day thou gavest'. But here was a story of authorship questioned after more than a century, and blurrings of individual contribution that had become impossible now to determine. I thought it fitted well with the quotation.
I've now entered the poem in a Poem Pigeon competition on the theme 'Awakenings'.