Three Things by W. B. Yeats ‘O cruel Death, give three things Sang a bone upon the shore; ‘A child found all a child can lac Whether of pleasure or of rest, Upon the abundance of my breast’:
A Lover’s Quarrel Among the Fairies by W. B. Yeats A moonlight moor. Fairies lead Male Fairies: Do not fear us, ear We will lead you hand in hand By the willows in the glade, By the gorse on the high land,
The Fascination of What’s Difficult by W. B. Yeats The fascination of what’s difficul Has dried the sap out of my veins, Spontaneous joy and natural conten Out of my heart. There’s somethin That must, as if it had not holy b 1
He Hears the Cry of the Sedge by W. B. Yeats I WANDER by the edge Of this desolate lake Where wind cries in the sedge: Until the axle break That keeps the stars in their roun
The Folly of Being Comforted by W. B. Yeats ONE that is ever kind said yester ‘Your well-beloved’s hair has thre And little shadows come about her Time can but make it easier to be Though now it seems impossible, an
Form the Green Helmet and Other Poems by W. B. Yeats HIS DREAM I SWAYED upon the gaudy stem The butt-end of a steering-oar, And saw wherever I could turn A crowd upon a shore.
Words by W. B. Yeats I HAD this thought a while ago, ‘My darling cannot understand What I have done, or what would d In this blind bitter land.’ And I grew weary of the sun
Responsibilities - Closing by W. B. Yeats While I, that reed-throated whisp Who comes at need, although not no A clear articulation in the air, But inwardly, surmise companions Beyond the fling of the dull ass’s
The Crazed Moon by 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,
The Spur by W. B. Yeats YOU think it horrible that lust a Should dance attention upon my old They were not such a plague when What else have I to spur me into