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< Return to All WB Yeats The Indian Upon God I passed along the water’s edge below the humid trees, My spirit rocked in evening light, the rushes round my knees, My spirit rocked in sleep and sighs; and saw the moorfowl pace All dripping on a grassy slope, and saw them cease to chase […]

< Return to All WB Yeats The Cloak, the Boot, and the Shoes “What do you make so fair and bright?” “I make the cloak of Sorrow: “O, lovely to see in all men’s sight “Shall be the cloak of Sorrow, “In all men’s sight.” “What do you build with sails for flight?” “I build […]

<Return to All WB Yeats The Sad Shepherd There was a man whom Sorrow named his friend, And he, of his high comrade Sorrow dreaming, Went walking with slow steps along the gleaming And humming sands, where windy surges wend: And he called loudly to the stars to bend From their pale thrones and comfort […]

<Return to All WB Yeats The Song of the Happy Shepherd The woods of Arcady are dead, And over is their antique joy; Of old the world on dreaming fed; Gray Truth is now her painted toy; Yet still she turns her restless head: But O, sick children of the world, Of all the many […]

<Return to All WB Yeats To Ireland in the Coming Times Know, that I would accounted be True brother of that company, Who sang to sweeten Ireland’s wrong, Ballad and story, rann and song; Nor be I any less of them, Because the red-rose-bordered hem Of her, whose history began Before God made the angelic […]

<Return to All WB Yeats The Two Trees Beloved, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there; From joy the holy branches start, And all the trembling flowers they bear. The changing colours of its fruit Have dowered the stars with merry light; The surety of its hidden root Has planted quiet […]

<Return to All WB Yeats The Lamentation of the Old Pensioner Although I shelter from the rain Under a broken tree My chair was nearest to the fire In every company That talked of love or politics, Ere Time transfigured me. Though lads are making pikes again For some conspiracy, And crazy rascals rage their […]

<Return to All WB Yeats The Man Who Dreamed of Faeryland He stood among a crowd at Drumahair; His heart hung all upon a silken dress, And he had known at last some tenderness, Before earth made of him her sleepy care; But when a man poured fish into a pile, It seemed they raised […]

<Return to All WB Yeats Who Goes With Fergus Who will go drive with Fergus now, And pierce the deep wood’s woven shade, And dance upon the level shore? Young man, lift up your russet brow, And lift your tender eyelids, maid, And brood on hopes and fears no more. And no more turn aside […]

<Return to All WB Yeats A Dream of a Blessed Spirit All the heavy days are over; Leave the body’s colored pride Underneath the grass and clover, With the feet laid side by side. One with her are mirth and duty, Bear the gold embroidered dress, For she needs not her sad beauty, To the […]

<Return to All WB Yeats A Dream of Death 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 […]

<Return to All WB Yeats To the Rose upon the Rood of Time Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days! Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways: Cuchulain battling with the bitter tide; The Druid, gray, wood-nurtured, quiet-eyed, Who cast round Fergus dreams, and ruin untold; And thine own sadness, […]

<Return to All WB Yeats The White Birds 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 […]

<Return to All WB Yeats When You Are Old When you are old and gray and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And […]

<Return to All WB Yeats The Sorrow of Love The quarrel of the sparrows in the eaves, The full round moon and the star-laden sky, And the loud song of the ever-singing leaves, Had hid away earth’s old and weary cry. And then you came with those red mournful lips, And with you came the […]

<Return to All WB Yeats The Pity of Love A pity beyond all telling Is hid in the heart of love: The folk who are buying and selling The clouds on their journey above The cold wet winds ever blowing And the shadowy hazel grove Where mouse-gray waters are flowing Threaten the head that I […]

< Return to All WB Yeats A Cradle Song “Coth yani me von gilli beg, ‘N heur ve thu more a creena.” The angels are stooping Above your bed; They weary of trooping With the whimpering dead. God’s laughing in heaven To see you so good; The Shining Seven Are gay with His mood. I […]