The Gyres par W. B. Yeats THE GYRES! the gyres! Old Roc Things thought too long can be no For beauty dies of beauty, worth o And ancient lineaments are blotted Irrational streams of blood are st
His Phoenix par W. B. Yeats THERE is a queen in China, or m And birthdays and holidays such pr Of her unblemished lineaments, a w That she might be that sprightly g And there’s a score of duchesses,
The Collar-bone of a Hare par W. B. Yeats WOULD I could cast a sail on th Where many a king has gone And many a king’s daughter, And alight at the comely trees and The playing upon pipes and the dan
The Lover Tells of the Rose in His Heart par W. B. Yeats ALL things uncomely and broken, a The cry of a child by the roadway, The heavy steps of the ploughman, Are wronging your image that bloss The wrong of unshapely things is a
He Thinks of Those Who Have Spoken Evil of His Beloved par W. B. Yeats HALF close your eyelids, loosen And dream about the great and thei They have spoken against you every But weigh this song with the great I made it out of a mouthful of air
Form the Green Helmet and Other Poems par W. B. Yeats HIS DREAM I SWAYED upon the gaudy stem The butt-end of a steering-oar, And saw wherever I could turn A crowd upon a shore.
An Acre of Grass par W. B. Yeats An acre of green grass For air and exercise, Now strength of body goes; Midnight, an old house Where nothing stirs but a mouse.
The Wanderings of Oisin: Book III par W. B. Yeats Fled foam underneath us, and round High as the Saddle-girth, coverin And those that fled, and that foll The immortal desire of Immortals I mused on the chase with the Fen
The Results of Thought par W. B. Yeats ACQUAINTANCE; companion; One dear brilliant woman; The best-endowed, the elect, All by their youth undone, All, all, by that inhuman
To a Child Dancing in the Wind par W. B. Yeats DANCE there upon the shore; What need have you to care For wind or water’s roar? And tumble out your hair That the salt drops have wet;