INTO THE TWILIGHT

Here is another of my early songs. This setting of a poem by William Butler Yeats is one of several I composed at the time.

INTO THE TWILIGHT, Copyrightę1990 DamonMusic by Sean Damon Rohde. All rights reserved

Words by W. B. Yeats 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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