Into the twilight (Peter Bird)
- Editor: Peter Bird (submitted 2005-11-05). Score information: Letter, 7 pages, 153 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: Copyright © 2005 by George Peter Bird. This edition may be freely distributed, duplicated, performed, and recorded.
First published: 2005
Description: The poem and the music go through mood swings as Yeats contrasts his conflicted modern life with the consolation he finds in the lore and landscape of ancient Ireland.
Out-worn heart, in a time out-worn,
Come clear of the nets of wrong and right;
Laugh, heart, again in the gray twilight,
Sigh, heart, again in the dew of the morn.
Your mother Eire is always young,
Dew ever shining and twilight gray;
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 gray twilight,
And hope is less dear than the dew of the morn.