Love came into his secret house,
His tower of glass, at the fall of night,
Where there is neither sun nor moon,
Wind nor wave, but a world of light.
Love came into his secret house,
Deep in the world, under the wave,
And the stars fell down from the trembling roof,
And the harp that Etain gave
Quivered and wakened and all its strings
Whispered and sang with a wild delight,
When Love came into his secret house,
His tower of glass, at the fall of night.
I am busy working to bring Alice Corbin's "The House of Aengus" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
In the meantime, I invite you to explore the poem's themes, structure, and meaning. You can also check out the gallery for other musical arrangements or learn more about Alice Corbin's life and contributions to literature.
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