The Fisherman by 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
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 Wild Swans at Coole by 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 Grey Rock by W. B. Yeats Poets with whom I learned my trad Companions of the Cheshire Cheese Here’s an old story I’ve remade, Imagining 'twould better please Your cars than stories now in fash
Faery Song by W. B. Yeats Sung by the people of Faery ov We who are old, old and gay, O so old! Thousands of years, thousands of y If all were told:
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
An Irish Airman Forsees His Death by W. B. Yeats I KNOW that I shall meet my fat Somewhere among the clouds above; Those that I fight I do not hate, Those that I guard I do not love; My county is Kiltartan Cross,
The Three Monuments by W. B. Yeats THEY hold their public meetings Our most renowned patriots stand, One among the birds of the air, A stumpier on either hand; And all the popular statesmen say
To an Isle in the Water by W. B. Yeats SHY one, shy one, Shy one of my heart, She moves in the firelight Pensively apart. She carries in the dishes, 1
Drinking Song by 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,