No comfort to my wounded sight,
In the Suns busie and imperti’nent light,
Then down I lay my head;
Down on cold earth; and for a while was dead,
And my freed soul to a strange somewhere fled.
(From The Despair by Abraham Cowley, first published 1647)
After the sudden end to her collaboration with composer Alessandro Stradella,
Donatella moves from Genoa to join her parents in a small village in Oxfordshire, England.
The gift of a sonnet, ‘stolen’ music, inexpressible secrets, and an irrepressible
spirit have stowed away on her journey.
Haunted by whispers and visions, angels and demons, will she rise out of grief and
aimlessness? Her father’s friendship with the residents of Wroxton Abbey, who are
important figures in the court of Charles II, offers new possibilities, especially as
music and its masters ~ including the ‘divine’ Henry Purcell ~ have not finished with her yet.
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