After Long Silence par W. B. Yeats Speech after long silence; it is r All other lovers being estranged o Unfriendly lamplight hid under its The curtains drawn upon unfriendly That we descant and yet again desc 3
A Drinking Song par W. B. Yeats Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That’s all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die. I lift the glass to my mouth, 2 9
A Prayer for my Daughter par W. B. Yeats Once more the storm is howling, an Under this cradle—hood and coverli My child sleeps on. There is no But Gregory’s wood and one bare h Whereby the haystack—and roof—leve
Adam's Curse par W. B. Yeats We sat together at one summer’s en That beautiful mild woman, your cl And you and I, and talked of poet I said, ‘A line will take us hour Yet if it does not seem a moment’s 2
An Irish Airman Foresees His Death par W. B. Yeats I know that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds above; Those that I fight I do not hate Those that I guard I do not love; My country is Kiltartan Cross,
Easter 1916 par W. B. Yeats I have met them at close of day Coming with vivid faces From counter or desk among grey Eighteenth-century houses. I have passed with a nod of the he
Leda and the Swan par W. B. Yeats A sudden blow: the great wings bea Above the staggering girl, her thi By the dark webs, her nape caught He holds her helpless breast upon How can those terrified vague fing 7
Never give all the heart par W. B. Yeats Never give all the heart, for love Will hardly seem worth thinking of To passionate women if it seem Certain, and they never dream That it fades out from kiss to kis 1 4
Sailing to Byzantium par W. B. Yeats That is no country for old men. T In one another’s arms, birds in th —Those dying generations—at their The salmon—falls, the mackerel—cro Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all 3
The Fisherman par W. B. Yeats Although I can see him still, The freckled man who goes To a grey place on a hill In grey Connemara clothes At dawn to cast his flies, 1 2
The Heart of the Woman par W. B. Yeats O what to me the little room That was brimmed up with prayer an He bade me out into the gloom, And my breast lies upon his breast O what to me my mother’s care, 1
The Player Queen par W. B. Yeats (Song from an Unfinished Play) My mother dandled me and sang, ‘How young it is, how young!’ And made a golden cradle That on a willow swung.
Who goes with Fergus? par W. B. Yeats Who will go drive with Fergus now And pierce the deep wood’s woven s And dance upon the level shore? Young man, lift up your russet bro And lift your tender eyelids, maid
When You are Old par W. B. Yeats When you are old and grey and full And nodding by the fire, take down And slowly read, and dream of the Your eyes had once, and of their s How many loved your moments of gla 5 12
The Young Man's Song par W. B. Yeats I whispered, “I am too young,” And then, “I am old enough”; Wherefore I threw a penny To find out if I might love. “Go and love, go and love, young m 2
The Wild Swans at Coole par W. B. Yeats The trees are in their autumn beau The woodland paths are dry, Under the October twilight the wa Mirrors a still sky; Upon the brimming water among the
The Tower par W. B. Yeats What shall I do with this absurdi O heart, O troubled heart—this ca Decrepit age that has been tied to As to a dog’s tail? Never had I more 1
The Stolen Child par W. B. Yeats Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water rats; 2
The Sorrow of Love par W. B. Yeats The quarrel of the sparrows in the The full round moon and the star—l And the loud song of the ever—sing Had hid away earth’s old and weary And then you came with those red m
The Song of Wandering Aengus par W. B. Yeats 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 w 3 6
The Second Coming par W. B. Yeats Turning and turning in the widenin The falcon cannot hear the falcone Things fall apart; the centre cann Mere anarchy is loosed upon the wo The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, a 1
The Arrow par W. B. Yeats I THOUGHT of your beauty, and Made out of a wild thought, is in There’s no man may look upon her, As when newly grown to be a woman, Tall and noble but with face and b
The Mask par W. B. Yeats “PUT off that mask of burning gol With emerald eyes.” “O no, my dear, you make so bold To find if hearts be wild and wise And yet not cold.” 6
The Coming of Wisdom With Time par W. B. Yeats Though leaves are many, the root i Through all the lying days of my y I swayed my leaves and flowers in Now I may wither into the truth. 3
Come let us mock at the great par W. B. Yeats Come let us mock at the great That had such burdens on the mind And toiled so hard and late To leave some monument behind, Nor thought of the levelling wind. 5 13
Many Ingenious Lovely Things Are Gone par W. B. Yeats MANY ingenious lovely things are That seemed sheer miracle to the m protected from the circle of the m That pitches common things about. Amid the ornamental bronze and sto
When Loie Fuller's Chinese dancers enwound par W. B. Yeats When Loie Fuller’s Chinese dance A shining web, a floating ribbon o It seemed that a dragon of air Had fallen among dancers, had whir Or hurried them off on its own fur
Some moralist or mythological poet par W. B. Yeats Some moralist or mythological poet Compares the solitary soul to a sw I am satisfied with that, Satisfied if a troubled mirror sho Before that brief gleam of its lif
We, who seven years ago par W. B. Yeats We, who seven years ago Talked of honour and of truth, Shriek with pleasure if we show The weasel’s twist, the weasel’s t
Violence upon the roads: violence of horses par W. B. Yeats Violence upon the roads: violence Some few have handsome riders, are On delicate sensitive ear or tossi But wearied running round and roun All break and vanish, and evil gat
Roger Casement par W. B. Yeats I SAY that Roger Casement Did what he had to do. He died upon the gallows, But that is nothing new. Afraid they might be beaten
He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven par W. B. Yeats Had I the heavens’ embroidered cl Enwrought with golden and silver l The blue and the dim and the dark Of night and light and the half—li I would spread the cloths under yo 1
The Lake Isle of Innisfree par W. B. Yeats I will arise and go now, and go to And a small cabin build there, of Nine bean-rows will I have there, And live alone in the bee-loud gla And I shall have some peace there 3
The Song of the Old Mother par W. B. Yeats I rise in the dawn, and I kneel a Till the seed of the fire flicker And then I must scrub and bake an Till stars are beginning to blink And the young lie long and dream i 1
Broken Dreams par W. B. Yeats THERE is grey in your hair. Young men no longer suddenly catch When you are passing; But maybe some old gaffer mutters Because it was your prayer 2
The Cap and Bells par W. B. Yeats The jester walked in the garden: The garden had fallen still; He bade his soul rise upward And stand on her window—sill. It rose in a straight blue garment