by William Butler Yeats (1865 - 1939)

Language: English 
Our translations:  FRE IRI
All the words that I gather 
And all the words that I write
Must spread out their wings untiring
And never rest in their flight,
Till they come where your sad, sad heart is,
And sing to you in the night,
Beyond where the waters are moving,
Storm-darkened or starry bright.

Composition:

    Set to music by Ernest Whyte (1858 - 1922), "The destiny of my words", op. 29 no. 3

Text Authorship:

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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Où vont mes livres", copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • IRI Irish (Gaelic) [singable] (Gabriel Rosenstock) , copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 8
Word count: 52