Monologue

Aleel Monologue from The Land of Heart's Desire

From The Land of Heart's Desire by W.B. Yeats

male · dark · 40 sec

He may be Aengus, But it may be he bears an angelical name. Lady, he bid me call you from these woods; He bids you bring Oona, your 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 gone. For here some terrible death is waiting you; Some unimaginable evil, some great darkness That fable has not dreamt of, nor sun nor moon Scattered.

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