Into the Twilight
The final poem in his book the Celtic Twilight where Yeats explores and enhances the Irish Folklore tradition
Spoken Word
OUT-WORN heart, in a time out-worn,
Come clear of the nets of wrong and right; Laugh, heart, again in the grey twilight, Sigh, heart, again in the dew of the morn. Your mother Eire is always young, Dew ever shining and twilight grey; Though hope fall from you and love decay, Burning in fires of a slanderous tongue. Come, heart, where hill is heaped upon hill: For there the mystical brotherhood Of sun and moon and hollow and wood And river and stream work out their will. And God stands winding His lonely horn, And time and the world are ever in flight; And love is less kind than the grey twilight, And hope is less dear than the dew of the morn. |
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Recording Notes
Arrangement, recording, instrumentals and backing vocals Ronan McCauley.
Arrangement, recording, instrumentals and backing vocals Ronan McCauley.