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

KUSTA BEN LUKA is my name, I
To Abd Al-Rabban; fellow-royster
Now the good Caliph’s learned Tre
And for no ear but his.
Carry this letter

I HAVE heard the pigeons of the
Make their faint thunder, and the
Hum in the lime-tree flowers; and
The unavailing outcries and the ol
That empty the heart. I have forg

ARGUMENT. Baile and Aillinn
Master of Love, wishing them to h
among the dead, told to each a sto
that their hearts were broken and
I HARDLY hear the curlew cry,

WHAT sort of man is coming
To lie between your feet?
What matter, we are but women.
Wash; make your body sweet;
I have cupboards of dried fragranc

I found that ivory image there
Dancing with her chosen youth,
But when he wound her coal-black h
As though to strangle her, no scre
Or bodily movement did I dare,

Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kis

ONCE, when midnight smote the ai
Eunuchs ran through Hell and met
On every crowded street to stare
Upon great Juan riding by:
Even like these to rail and sweat

COME swish around, my pretty pun
And keep me dancing still
That I may stay a sober man
Although I drink my fill.
Sobriety is a jewel

O’DRISCOLL drove with a song
The wild duck and the drake
From the tall and the tufted reeds
Of the drear Hart Lake.
And he saw how the reeds grew dark