Easter 1916 by 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
An Appointment by W. B. Yeats BEING out of heart with governme I took a broken root to fling Where the proud, wayward squirrel Taking delight that he could sprin And he, with that low whinnying so 1
The Mountain Tomb by W. B. Yeats POUR wine and dance if manhood s Bring roses if the rose be yet in The cataract smokes upon the mount Our Father Rosicross is in his to Pull down the blinds, bring fiddle
The Countess Cathleen in Paradise by W. B. Yeats ALL the heavy days are over; Leave the body’s coloured pride Underneath the grass and clover, With the feet laid side by side. Bathed in flaming founts of duty
The Spur by W. B. Yeats YOU think it horrible that lust a Should dance attention upon my old They were not such a plague when What else have I to spur me into
The Statesman’s Holiday by W. B. Yeats I LIVED among great houses, Riches drove out rank, Base drove out the better blood, And mind and body shrank. No Oscar ruled the table,
He Gives His Beloved Certain Rhymes by W. B. Yeats FASTEN your hair with a golden And bind up every wandering tress; I bade my heart build these poor r It worked at them, day out, day in Building a sorrowful loveliness
To Dorothy Wellesley by W. B. Yeats STRETCH towards the moonless mi As though that hand could reach to And they but famous old upholsteri Delightful to the touch; tighten t As though to draw them closer yet.
The Fairy Pendant by W. B. Yeats Scene: A circle of Druidic sto First Fairy: Afar from our lawn a O sister of sorrowful gaze! Where the roses in scarlet are hea And dream of the end of their days
The Dedication to a Book of Stories Selected From the Irish Novelists by W. B. Yeats There was a green branch hung with When her own people ruled this tra And from its murmuring greenness, A Druid kindness, on all hearers It charmed away the merchant from