Til Time and Times Are Done |SATB Chorus, Flute|5m
Notes from the publisher
Respected conductor and composer Ron Kean based his melody on a traditional Irish jig called ''Drops of Brandy.'' The lyrics are by W. B. Yeats and describe a whimsical daydream that becomes a lesson in values as life reaches its end.
The music is rich and artistically crafted, bringing the dance of the jig into the song of dreams. Tuned harmonic whirlies and a handdrum add tastefully to the piano accompaniment.
For high school and college.
(The poem is originally titled:)
The Song of Wandering Aengus
William Butler Yeats (1865–1939)
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire aflame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.