by William Butler Yeats (1865 - 1939)
The Countess Cathleen See original
Language: English
All the heavy days are over; Leave the body's coloured pride Underneath the grass and clover, With the feet laid side by side. Bathed in flaming founts of duty; She'll not ask a haughty dress, Carry all that mournful beauty, To the scented oaken press. Did the kiss of Mother Mary, Put the music in her face; Yet she goes with footsteps wary Full of earth's old timid grace. 'Mong the feet of angels seven What a dancer glimmering! All the heav'ns bow down to Heaven Flame to flame and wing to wing.
Composition:
- Set to music by John Edmunds (1913 - 1986), "The Countess Cathleen" [ voice and piano ]
Text Authorship:
- by William Butler Yeats (1865 - 1939), no title, appears in The Countess Kathleen and Various Legends and Lyrics, first published 1892
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This text was added to the website: 2008-09-18
Line count: 16
Word count: 100