THEY must to keep their certaint
All that are different of a base i
Pull down established honour; hawk
Whatever their loose fantasy inven
And murmur it with bated breath, a

IF Michael, leader of God’s host
When Heaven and Hell are met,
Looked down on you from Heaven’s
He would his deeds forget.
Brooding no more upon God’s wars

HURRAH for revolution and more
A beggar upon horseback lashes a b
Hurrah for revolution and cannon c
The beggars have changed places, b

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

GOD grant a blessing on this towe
And on my heirs, if all remain uns
No table, or chair or stool not si
For shepherd lads in Galilee; and
That I myself for portions of the

SHE might, so noble from head
To great shapely knees,
The long flowing line,
Have walked to the altar
Through the holy images

He. Dear, I must be gone
While night Shuts the eyes
Of the household spies;
That song announces dawn.
She. No, night’s bird and love’s

I, THE poet William Yeats,
With old mill boards and sea-green
And smithy work from the Gort for
Restored this tower for my wife G
And may these characters remain

My love, we will go, we will go,
And away in the woods we will scat
And the salmon behold, and the ous
My love, we will hear, I and you,
The calling afar of the doe and th

Behold that great Plotinus swim,
Buffeted by such seas;
Bland Rhadamanthus beckons him,
But the Golden Race looks dim,
Salt blood blocks his eyes.