The Folly Of Being Comforted : THE FOLLY OF BEING COMFORTED. One that is ever kind said yesterday 'Your well beloved's hair has threads of grey And little shadows come about her eyes; Time can but make it easier to be wise Though now it's hard, till trouble is at an end; And so be patient, be wise and patient, friend.' But heart...
The Arrow : p. 20 THE ARROW. I thought of your beauty and this arrow Made out of a wild thought is in my marrow. There's no man may look upon her, no man, As when newly grown to be a woman, Blossom pale, she pulled down the pale blossom At the moth hour and hid it in her bosom. This beauty's kinder yet...
The Players Ask For A Blessing On The Psalteries : p. 28 THE PLAYERS ASK FOR A BLESSING ON THE PSALTERIES AND THEMSELVES. Three Voices together Hurry to bless the hands that play, The mouths that speak, the notes and strings, O masters of the glittering town! O! lay the shrilly trumpet down, Though drunken with the flags that sway Over...
Title Page : IN THE SEVEN WOODS Being Poems Chiefly of the Irish Heroic Age BY W. B. YEATS New York THE MACMILLAN COMPANY LONDON: MACMILLAN & CO., LTD. 1903 Scanned , December 2003. J. B. Hare, Redactor. This Text Is In The Public Domain In The United States. It Is Not In The Public Domain In The United Kingdom...
The Song Of Red Hanrahan : THE SONG OF RED HANRAHAN. The old brown thorn trees break in two high over Cummen Strand Under a bitter black wind that blows from the left hand, Our courage breaks like an old tree in a black wind and dies; But we have hidden in our hearts the flame out of the eyes Of Cathleen the daughter...
Advertisements : ESSAYS, ETC. BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS "Leader of one of the most notable contemporary movements--the Celtic revival in Ireland, decidedly a force to be reckoned with both at the present moment and in the future."--"Boston Transcript". THE CELTIC TWILIGHT WITH PORTRAIT AND SOME NEW CHAPTERS. 1.50...
Adam's Curse : ADAM'S CURSE. We sat together at one summer's end That beautiful mild woman your close friend And you and I, and talked of poetry. I said 'a line will take us hours maybe, Yet if it does not seem a moment's thought Our stitching and unstitching has been naught. Better go down upon your marrow bones...
On Baile's Strand. A Play : p. 34 ON BAILE'S STRAND: A PLAY. THE PERSONS OF THE PLAY. CUCHULLAIN, the King of Muirthemne. CONCOBAR, the High King of Ullad. DAIRE, a King. FINTAIN, a blind man. BARACH, a fool. A Young Man. Young Kings and Old Kings. SCENE: A great hall by the sea close to Dundalgan. There are two great chairs...
The Rider From The North : THE RIDER FROM THE NORTH. From the play of The Country of the Young. There's many a strong farmer Whose heart would break in two If he could see the townland That we are riding to; Boughs have their fruit and blossom, At all times of the year, Rivers are running over With red beer and brown beer...
Baile And Aillinn : BAILE AND AILLINN. Argument. Baile and Aillinn were lovers, but Aengus, the Master of Love, wishing them to be happy in his own land among the dead, told to each a story of the other's death, so that their hearts were broken and they died. p. 10 I hardly hear the curlew cry, Nor the grey rush when...
Under The Moon : UNDER THE MOON. I have no happiness in dreaming of Brycelinde; Nor Avalon the grass green hollow, nor Joyous Isle, Where one found Lancelot crazed and hid him for a while, Nor Ulad when Naoise had thrown a sail upon the wind, Nor lands that seem too dim to be burdens on the heart, Land-under-Wave...
The Withering Of The Boughs : THE WITHERING OF THE BOUGHS. I cried when the moon was murmuring to the birds, 'Let peewit call and curlew cry where they will, I long for your merry and tender and pitiful words, For the roads are unending and there is no place to my mind.' The honey-pale Moon lay low on the sleepy hill And I fell...
Comment : I made some of these poems walking about among the Seven Woods, before the big wind of nineteen hundred and three blew down so many trees, & troubled the wild creatures, and I thought out there a good part of the play which follows. The first shape of it came to me in a dream, but it changed much...
In The Seven Woods : p. 1 IN THE SEVEN WOODS: BEING POEMS CHIEFLY OF THE IRISH HEROIC AGE. IN THE SEVEN WOODS. I have heard the pigeons of the Seven Woods Make their faint thunder, and the garden bees Hum in the lime tree flowers; and put away The unavailing outcries and the old bitterness That empty the heart. I have...
The Old Men Admiring Themselves In The Water : THE OLD MEN ADMIRING THEMSELVES IN THE WATER. I heard the old, old men say 'Everything alters, And one by one we drop away.' p. 27 They had hands like claws, and their knees Were twisted like the old thorn trees By the waters. I heard the old, old men say 'All that's beautiful drifts away Like...
The Old Age Of Queen Maeve : p. 2 THE OLD AGE OF QUEEN MAEVE. Maeve the great queen was pacing to and fro, Between the walls covered with beaten bronze, In her high house at Cruachan; the long hearth, Flickering with ash and hazel, but half showed Where the tired horse-boys lay upon the rushes, Or on the benches underneath...
