Friends par W. B. Yeats NOW must I these three praise— Three women that have wrought What joy is in my days: One because no thought, Nor those unpassing cares,
The Countess Cathleen in Paradise par 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
In Memory of Eva Gore par W. B. Yeats The light of evening, Lissadell, Great windows open to the south, Two girls in silk kimonos, both Beautiful, one a gazelle. But a raving autumn shears
The Fairy Pendant par 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 Realists par W. B. Yeats HOPE that you may understand! What can books of men that wive In a dragon-guarded land, paintings of the dolphin-drawn Sea-nymphs in their pearly wagons 2 1
Another Song of a Fool par W. B. Yeats THIS great purple butterfly, In the prison of my hands, Has a learning in his eye Not a poor fool understands. Once he lived a schoolmaster
The Crazed Moon par W. B. Yeats CRAZED through much child-beari The moon is staggering in the sky; Moon-struck by the despairing Glances of her wandering eye We grope, and grope in vain,
Solomon to Sheba par W. B. Yeats SANG Solomon to Sheba, And kissed her dusky face, ‘All day long from mid-day We have talked in the one place, All day long from shadowless noon
The Ballad of Father Gilligan par W. B. Yeats The old priest Peter Gilligan Was weary night and day For half his flock were in their b Or under green sods lay. Once, while he nodded in a chair
Crazy Jane on God par W. B. Yeats That lover of a night Came when he would, Went in the dawning light Whether I would or no; Men come, men go;