by William Butler Yeats (1865 - 1939)
The travail of passion
Language: English
When the flaming lute-thronged angelic door is wide; When an immortal passion breathes in mortal clay; Our hearts endure the scourge, the plaited thorns, the way Crowded with bitter faces, the wounds in palm and side, The vinegar-heavy sponge, the flowers by Kedron stream; We will bend down and loosen our hair over you, That it may drop faint perfume, and be heavy with dew, Lilies of death-pale hope, roses of passionate dream.
Authorship:
- by William Butler Yeats (1865 - 1939), "The Travail of Passion" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Ruth Schonthal (1924 - 2006), "The travail of passion", 1949 [ mezzo-soprano and piano ], from Nine Lyric Dramatic Songs, no. 7, Furore Edition [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2021-01-27
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Word count: 73