The Cap and Bells by W. B. Yeats The jester walked in the garden: The garden had fallen still; He bade his soul rise upward And stand on her window—sill. It rose in a straight blue garment
Cuchulain’s Fight With the Sea by W. B. Yeats A man came slowly from the setting To Emer, raddling raiment in her And said, “I am that swineherd wh Go watch the road between the wood But now I have no need to watch i
Maid Quiet by W. B. Yeats WHERE has Maid Quiet gone to, Nodding her russet hood? The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood. O how could I be so calm
Oil and Blood by W. B. Yeats IN tombs of gold and lapis lazuli Bodies of holy men and women exude Miraculous oil, odour of violet. But under heavy loads of trampled Lie bodies of the vampires full of
The Travail of Passion by W. B. Yeats WHEN the flaming lute-thronged a When an immortal passion breathes Our hearts endure the scourge, the Crowded with bitter faces, the wou The vinegar-heavy sponge, the flow
The Cat and the Moon by W. B. Yeats THE cat went here and there And the moon spun round like a top And the nearest kin of the moon, The creeping cat, looked up. Black Minnaloushe stared at the m 1
The Cloak, the Boat and the Shoes by W. B. Yeats ‘What do you make so fair and brig ‘I make the cloak of Sorrow: O lovely to see in all men’s sight Shall be the cloak of Sorrow, In all men’s sight.’
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
Crazy Jane on God by 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;
To a Squirrel at Kyle-na-gno by W. B. Yeats COME play with me; Why should you run Through the shaking tree As though I’d a gun To strike you dead?