Text used from “A Dialogue of Self and Soul” by William Butler Yeats I am content to follow to its source Every event in action or in thought; Measure the lot; forgive myself the lot! When such as I cast out remorse So great a sweetness flows into the breast We must laugh and we must sing, We are blest by everything, Everything we look upon is blest. Notes from the Composer: “A Dialogue of Self and Soul” was never intended to be my concept for a bassoon concerto, composed for a...