The Coming of Wisdom With Time by W. B. Yeats Though leaves are many, the root i Through all the lying days of my y I swayed my leaves and flowers in Now I may wither into the truth. 3
Spilt Milk by W. B. Yeats WE that have done and thought, That have thought and done, Must ramble, and thin out Like milk spilt on a stone.
Under the Moon by W. B. Yeats I HAVE no happiness in dreaming Nor Avalon the grass-green hollow Where one found Lancelot crazed a Nor Uladh, when Naoise had thrown Nor lands that seem too dim to be
Under the Round Tower by W. B. Yeats ‘ALTHOUGH I’d lie lapped up in A deal I’d sweat and little earn If I should live as live the neig Cried the beggar, Billy Byrne; ‘Stretch bones till the daylight c
Solomon and the Witch by W. B. Yeats AND thus declared that Arab lady ‘Last night, where under the wild On grassy mattress I had laid me, Within my arms great Solomon, I suddenly cried out in a strange
The Fool by the Roadside by W. B. Yeats WHEN all works that have From cradle run to grave From grave to cradle run instead; When thoughts that a fool Has wound upon a spool
Consolation by W. B. Yeats O but there is wisdom In what the sages said; But stretch that body for a while And lay down that head Till I have told the sages
A Dream of Death by W. B. Yeats I DREAMED that one had died in Near no accustomed hand, And they had nailed the boards abo The peasants of that land, Wondering to lay her in that solit
Slim Adolescence That a Nymph Has Stripped by W. B. Yeats Slim adolescence that a nymph has Peleus on Thetis stares. Her limbs are delicate as an eyeli Love has blinded him with tears; But Thetis’ belly listens.
To Be Carved on a Stone at Thoor Ballylee by W. B. Yeats 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