Aleel Monologue from The Countess Cathleen

From The Countess Cathleen by W. B. (William Butler) Yeats

male · dark · 1:06 min

I was asleep in my bed, and while I slept My dream became a fire; and in the fire One walked and he had birds about his head. (CATHLEEN: I have heard that one of the old gods walked so.) It may be that he is angelical; And, lady, he bids me call you from these woods. And you must bring but your old foster-mother, And some few serving men, and live in the hills, Among the sounds of music and the light Of waters, till the evil days are done. For here some terrible death is waiting you, Some unimagined evil, some great darkness That fable has not dreamt of, nor sun nor moon Scattered. (CATHLEEN: No, not angelical.) This house You are to leave with some old trusty man, And bid him shelter all that starve or wander While there is food and house room.

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