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W.B. Yeats (1865–1939).  

From The Wind Among the Reeds.  1899.

Michael Robartes bids his Beloved be at Peace (a poem by W.B. Yeats)

I HEAR the Shadowy Horses, their long manes a-shake,

 

Their hoofs heavy with tumult, their eyes glimmering white;

 

The North unfolds above them clinging, creeping night,

 

The East her hidden joy before the morning break,

 

The West weeps in pale dew and sighs passing away,

         

The South is pouring down roses of crimson fire:

 

O vanity of Sleep, Hope, Dream, endless Desire,

 

The Horses of Disaster plunge in the heavy clay:

 

Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat

 

Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast,

 

Drowning love’s lonely hour in deep twilight of rest,

 

And hiding their tossing manes and their tumultuous feet.

 Double Fairy Ring

Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,
For I would ride with you upon the wind,
Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,
And dance upon the mountains like a flame.


~ by William Butler Yeats, “The Land of Heart’s Desire,” 1894

 

                            Cap and Bells

                            by W.B. Yeats

A QUEEN was beloved by a jester,  
  And once when the owls grew still  
He made his soul go upward  
  And stand on her window sill.  
  
In a long and straight blue garment,          
  It talked before morn was white,  
And it had grown wise by thinking  
  Of a footfall hushed and light.  
  
But the young queen would not listen;  
  She rose in her pale nightgown,   
She drew in the brightening casement  
  And pushed the brass bolt down.  
  
He bade his heart go to her,  
  When the bats cried out no more,  
In a red and quivering garment   
  It sang to her through the door.  
  
The tongue of it sweet with dreaming  
  Of a flutter of flower-like hair,  
But she took up her fan from the table  
  And waved it off on the air.  
  
‘I’ve cap and bells,’ he pondered,  
  ‘I will send them to her and die.’  
And as soon as the morn had whitened  
  He left them where she went by.  
  
She laid them upon her bosom,   
  Under a cloud of her hair,  
And her red lips sang them a love song.  
  The stars grew out of the air.  
  
She opened her door and her window,  
  And the heart and the soul came through,   
To her right hand came the red one,  
  To her left hand came the blue.  
  
They set up a noise like crickets,  
  A chattering wise and sweet,  
And her hair was a folded flower,   
  And the quiet of love her feet

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