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by James Stephens (1882 - 1950)
The Tale of Mad Brigid
And then There rung a bell out of the evening air: One big star fell In a long golden flare through a great stillness, And he was standing there. There came a dullness creeping through me slow, Nor could I know that it was truly he Who stood beside, when, lo, He smiled, and I was made to know, Nor hesitate because of his grave kingliness and state, And steady eyes and brows immaculate. But then the weight Of his too sudden glory bowed me down Slow to the ground. I feared that he might frown without a sound, Or speak in fire. Then he said "sweet," and I was dumb ; I dared not come because of my desire ; And he went slow away. And from the grey, cold evening came the tweet, Sad to my heart, but infinitely sweet, Of some late flying wren.
- by James Stephens (1882 - 1950), "The Tale of Mad Brigid", appears in Insurrections, first published 1909 [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 Walter Byron Mourant (1910 - 1995), "The Tale of Mad Brigid" [ medium voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2009-01-26
Line count: 28
Word count: 147