White birds - laura hawley, performed by New Dublin Voices

White Birds, composed by laura hawley Performed by New Dublin Voices, Bernie Sherlock, Artistic Director, https://www.newdublinvoices.com/ November, 2024 Score: https://www.laurahawley.ca/catalogue/... Text: "The White Birds" by William Butler Yeats I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea! We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fade and flee; And the flame of the blue star of twilight, hung low on the rim of the sky, Has awaked in our hearts, my beloved, a sadness that may not die. A weariness comes from those dreamers, dew dabbled, the lily and rose; Ah, dream not of them, my beloved, the flame of the meteor that goes, Or the flame of the blue star that lingers hung low in the fall of the dew: For I would we were changed to white birds on the wandering foam: I and you! I am haunted by numberless islands, and many a Danaan shore, Where Time would surely forget us, and Sorrow come near us no more; Soon far from the rose and the lily, and fret of the flames would we be, Were we only white birds, my beloved, *buoyed out on the foam of the sea!