3. Into the Twilight
Text: “Into the Twilight” by William Butler Yeats, 1893:
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.
Musicians: SATB chorus, S solo, violin*, & flute*
[*or equivalent organ stops]
Style: Irish Romantic
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.
South tor on Three Rock Mountain, Dublin Mountains
Joe King, 2010
Lugnaquilla from Glenmalure, County Wicklow
Joe King, 2011
portrait of young William Butler Yeats
by his father John Butler Yeats, 1900