A Prayer for my Son by W. B. Yeats BID a strong ghost stand at the h That my Michael may sleep sound, Nor cry, nor turn in the bed Till his morning meal come round; And may departing twilight keep
Man and the Echo by W. B. Yeats Man. In a cleft that’s christened Under broken stone I halt At the bottom of a pit That broad noon has never lit, And shout a secret to the stone.
Under the Round Tower by W. B. Yeats ‘ALTHOUGH I’d lie lapped up in A deal I’d sweat and little earn If I should live as live the neig Cried the beggar, Billy Byrne; ‘Stretch bones till the daylight c
From the 'Antigone’ by W. B. Yeats Overcome—O bitter sweetness, Inhabitant of the soft cheek of a The rich man and his affairs, The fat flocks and the fields’ fat Mariners, rough harvesters;
A Man Young and Old: IV. the Death of the Hare by W. B. Yeats I have pointed out the yelling pac The hare leap to the wood, And when I pass a compliment Rejoice as lover should At the drooping of an eye,
Two Songs From a Play by W. B. Yeats I saw a staring virgin stand Where holy Dionysus died, And tear the heart out of his side And lay the heart upon her hand And bear that beating heart away;
The Lamentation of the Old Pensioner by W. B. Yeats ALTHOUGH I shelter from the ra Under a broken tree My chair was nearest to the fire In every company That talked of love or politics, 1
Three Marching Songs by W. B. Yeats REMEMBER all those renowned ge They left their bodies to fatten t They left their homesteads to fatt Fled to far countries, or sheltere In cavern, crevice, or hole,
A Prayer for Old Age by W. B. Yeats GOD guard me from those thoughts In the mind alone; He that sings a lasting song Thinks in a marrow-bone; From all that makes a wise old man
A Deep by W. B. Yeats OTHERS because you did not keep That deep-sworn vow have been frie Yet always when I look death in t When I clamber to the heights of Or when I grow excited with wine,
Ingeborg von Finsterwalde/Waltraud I Mack
about 4 yearsMy kind of man. May he rest in peace....