Monologue

Andrew Monologue from The Land of Heart's Desire

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

male · melancholic · 1:02 min

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Maybe so, maybe so. It seems to me yesterday his cheeks were bloomy all the while, and now he is as pale as wood ashes. Sure we all must come to it at the last. Well, my white-headed darling, it is you were the bush among us all, and you to be cut down in your prime. Gentle and simple, everyone liked you. It is no narrow heart you had, it is you were for spending and not for getting. It is you made a good wake for yourself, scattering your estate in one night only in beer and in wine for the whole province; and that you may be sitting in the middle of Paradise and in the chair of the Graces!

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Andrew reflects on the fleeting nature of life and the loss of a beloved figure, expressing both sorrow and admiration for their character.

40s · sadness · death · loss · identity · celebration

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