Cathleen Monologue from The Land of Heart's Desire

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

female · anguished · 50 sec

He bids me go Where none of mortal creatures but the swan Dabbles, and there you would pluck the harp when the trees Had made a heavy shadow about our door, And talk among the rustling of the reeds When night hunted the foolish sun away, With stillness and pale tapers. No—no—no. I cannot. Although I weep, I do not weep Because that life would be most happy, and here I find no way, no end. Nor do I weep Because I had longed to look upon your face, But that a night of prayer has made me weary.

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