These are the clouds about the fallen sun, The majesty that shuts his burning eye; The weak lay hand on what the strong has done, Till that be tumbled that was lifted high And discord follow upon unison, And all things at one common level lie. And therefore, friend, if your great race were run And these things came, so much the more thereby Have you made greatness your companion, Although it be for children that you sigh: These are the clouds about the fallen sun, The majesty that shuts his burning eye.
- by William Butler Yeats (1865 - 1939), "These are the clouds", appears in Responsibilities and Other Poems, first published 1916 [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 Joseph Eidson , "These are the clouds", 2013 [soprano (or tenor) and piano], from Amhráin as an Linn Dubh. Songs From the Black Pool, no. 6. [text verified 1 time]
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