Time poems
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The Shadowy Waters: Introductory Lines
© William Butler Yeats
I walked among the seven woods of Coole:
Shan-walla, where a willow-hordered pond
Gathers the wild duck from the winter dawn;
Shady Kyle-dortha; sunnier Kyle-na-no,
Shepherd And Goatherd
© William Butler Yeats
Shepherd. He that was best in every country sport
And every country craft, and of us all
Most courteous to slow age and hasty youth,
Is dead.
The Shadowy Waters: The Harp of Aengus
© William Butler Yeats
Edain came out of Midhir's hill, and lay
Beside young Aengus in his tower of glass,
Where time is drowned in odour-laden winds
The Results Of Thought
© William Butler Yeats
Acquaintance; companion;
One dear brilliant woman;
The best-endowed, the elect,
All by their youth undone,
All, all, by that inhuman
Bitter glory wrecked.
Tom At Cruachan
© William Butler Yeats
On Cruachan's plain slept he
That must sing in a rhyme
What most could shake his soul:
'The stallion Eternity
Mounted the mare of Time,
'Gat the foal of the world.'
The People
© William Butler Yeats
'What have I earned for all that work,' I said,
'For all that I have done at my own charge?
The daily spite of this unmannerly town,
Where who has served the most is most defaned,
Mohini Chatterjee
© William Butler Yeats
I asked if I should pray.
But the Brahmin said,
'pray for nothing, say
Every night in bed,
Roger Casement
© William Butler Yeats
I say that Roger Casement
Did what he had to do.
He died upon the gallows,
But that is nothing new.
Upon A House Shaken By The Land Agitation
© William Butler Yeats
How should the world be luckier if this house,
Where passion and precision have been one
Time out of mind, became too ruinous
To breed the lidleSs eye that loves the sun?
The Three Hermits
© William Butler Yeats
Three old hermits took the air
By a cold and desolate sea,
First was muttering a prayer,
Second rummaged for a flea;
The Everlasting Voices
© William Butler Yeats
O sweet everlasting Voices, be still;
Go to the guards of the heavenly fold
And bid them wander obeying your will,
Flame under flame, till Time be no more;
The Happy Townland
© William Butler Yeats
There's many a strong farmer
Whose heart would break in two,
If he could see the townland
That we are riding to;
The Fish
© William Butler Yeats
Although you hide in the ebb and flow
Of the pale tide when the moon has set,
The people of coming days will know
About the casting out of my net,
The Three Bushes
© William Butler Yeats
An incident from the `Historia mei Temporis'
of the Abbe Michel de BourdeilleSaid lady once to lover,
'None can rely upon
A love that lacks its proper food;
To A Shade
© William Butler Yeats
If you have revisited the town, thin Shade,
Whether to look upon your monument
(I wonder if the builder has been paid)
Or happier-thoughted when the day is spent
That The Night Come
© William Butler Yeats
She lived in storm and strife,
Her soul had such desire
For what proud death may bring
That it could not endure
Crazy Jane Grown Old Looks At The Dancers
© William Butler Yeats
I found that ivory image there
Dancing with her chosen youth,
But when he wound her coal-black hair
As though to strangle her, no scream
Michael Robartes And The Dancer
© William Butler Yeats
He. Put it so;
But bear in mind your lover's wage
Is what your looking-glass can show,
And that he will turn green with rage
At all that is not pictured there.
Crazy Jane On The Day Of Judgment
© William Butler Yeats
'Love is all
Unsatisfied
That cannot take the whole
Body and soul';
And that is what Jane said.
The Three Beggars
© William Butler Yeats
'Though to my feathers in the wet,
I have stood here from break of day.
I have not found a thing to eat,
For only rubbish comes my way.
