A Dream of death

A Dream of Death
by W.B.Yeats
(Manuscript of my composition below)

I dreamed that one had died in a strange place
Near no accustomed hand; 
And they had nailed the boards above her face, 
The peasants of that land, 
Wondering to lay her in that solitude,
And raised above her mound
A cross they had made out of two bits of wood, 
And planted cypress round; 
And left her to the indifferent stars above
Until I carved these words: 
She was more beautiful than thy first love, 
But now lies under boards.

Music by Morakot Cherdchoo-ngarm
Composed and finished on April 7th 2016.







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