What Was Lost by William Butler Yeats
I sing what was lost and dread what was won, I walk in a battle fought over again, My king a lost king, and lost soldiers my men; Feet to the Rising and Setting may run, They always beat on the same small stone. ————— The End And that’s the End of the Poem © Poetry […]
What Then? by William Butler Yeats
His chosen comrades thought at school He must grow a famous man; He thought the same and lived by rule, All his twenties crammed with toil; ‘What then?’ sang Plato’s ghost. ‘What then?’ Everything he wrote was read, After certain years he won Sufficient money for his need, Friends that have been friends indeed; ‘What […]
Veronica’s Napkin by William Butler Yeats
The Heavenly Circuit; Berenice’s Hair; Tent-pole of Eden; the tent’s drapery; Symbolical glory of thc earth and air! The Father and His angelic hierarchy That made the magnitude and glory there Stood in the circuit of a needle’s eye. Some found a different pole, and where it stood A pattern on a napkin dipped in […]
Vacillation by William Butler Yeats
I Between extremities Man runs his course; A brand, or flaming breath. Comes to destroy All those antinomies Of day and night; The body calls it death, The heart remorse. But if these be right What is joy? II A tree there is that from its topmost bough Is half all glittering flame and half […]
Upon A House Shaken By The Land Agitation by 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? And the sweet laughing eagle thoughts that grow Where wings have memory of wings, and all That comes of the best knit to […]
Upon A Dying Lady by William Butler Yeats
I Her Courtesy With the old kindness, the old distinguished grace, She lies, her lovely piteous head amid dull red hair propped upon pillows, rouge on the pallor of her face. She would not have us sad because she is lying there, And when she meets our gaze her eyes are laughter-lit, Her speech a […]
Under The Round Tower by William Butler Yeats
‘Although I’d lie lapped up in linen A deal I’d sweat and little earn If I should live as live the neighbours,’ Cried the beggar, Billy Byrne; ‘Stretch bones till the daylight come On great-grandfather’s battered tomb.’ Upon a grey old battered tombstone In Glendalough beside the stream Where the O’Byrnes and Byrnes are buried, […]
Under Saturn by William Butler Yeats
Do not because this day I have grown saturnine Imagine that lost love, inseparable from my thought Because I have no other youth, can make me pine; For how should I forget the wisdom that you brought, The comfort that you made? Although my wits have gone On a fantastic ride, my horse’s flanks are […]
Two Years Later by William Butler Yeats
Has no one said those daring Kind eyes should be more learn’d? Or warned you how despairing The moths are when they are burned? I could have warned you; but you are young, So we speak a different tongue. O you will take whatever’s offered And dream that all the world’s a friend, Suffer as […]
Two Songs Of A Fool by William Butler Yeats
I A speckled cat and a tame hare Eat at my hearthstone And sleep there; And both look up to me alone For learning and defence As I look up to Providence. I start out of my sleep to think Some day I may forget Their food and drink; Or, the house door left unshut, […]
Two Songs From A Play by William Butler Yeats
I I saw a staring virgin stand Where holy Dionysus died, And tear the heart out of his side. And lay the heart upon her hand And bear that beating heart away; Of Magnus Annus at the spring, As though God’s death were but a play. Another Troy must rise and set, Another lineage feed […]
Towards Break Of Day by William Butler Yeats
Was it the double of my dream The woman that by me lay Dreamed, or did we halve a dream Under the first cold gleam of day? I thought: “There is a waterfall Upon Ben Bulben side That all my childhood counted dear; Were I to travel far and wide I could not find a […]
Tom The Lunatic by William Butler Yeats
Sang old Tom the lunatic That sleeps under the canopy: ‘What change has put my thoughts astray And eyes that had s-o keen a sight? What has turned to smoking wick Nature’s pure unchanging light? ‘Huddon and Duddon and Daniel O’Leary. Holy Joe, the beggar-man, Wenching, drinking, still remain Or sing a penance on the […]
Tom O’Roughley by William Butler Yeats
‘Though logic-choppers rule the town, And every man and maid and boy Has marked a distant object down, An aimless joy is a pure joy,’ Or so did Tom O’Roughley say That saw the surges running by. ‘And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey. ‘If little planned is little sinned […]
To The Rose Upon The Rood Of Time by William Butler Yeats
Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days! Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways: Cuchulain battling with the bitter tide; The Druid, grey, wood-nurtured, quiet-eyed, Who cast round Fergus dreams, and ruin untold; And thine own sadness, where of stars, grown old In dancing silver-sandalled on the sea, Sing in […]
To Dorothy Wellesley by William Butler Yeats
Stretch towards the moonless midnight of the trees, As though that hand could reach to where they stand, And they but famous old upholsteries Delightful to the touch; tighten that hand As though to draw them closer yet. Rammed full Of that most sensuous silence of the night (For since the horizon’s bought strange dogs […]
To Be Carved On A Stone At Thoor Ballylee by William Butler Yeats
I, the poet William Yeats, With old mill boards and sea-green slates, And smithy work from the Gort forge, Restored this tower for my wife George; And may these characters remain When all is ruin once again. ————— The End And that’s the End of the Poem © Poetry Monster, 2021. Poems by topic and subject. […]
To A Young Girl by William Butler Yeats
My dear, my dear, I know More than another What makes your heart beat so; Not even your own mother Can know it as I know, Who broke my heart for her When the wild thought, That she denies And has forgot, Set all her blood astir And glittered in her eyes. ————— The End […]
To A Young Beauty by William Butler Yeats
Dear fellow-artist, why so free With every sort of company, With every Jack and Jill? Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest Soon topples down the hill. You may, that mirror for a school, Be passionate, not bountiful As common beauties may, Who were not born to keep in […]
To A Poet, Who Would Have Me Praise Certain Bad Poets, Imitators Of His And Mine by William Butler Yeats
You say, as I have often given tongue In praise of what another’s said or sung, ‘Twere politic to do the like by these; But was there ever dog that praised his fleas? ————— The End And that’s the End of the Poem © Poetry Monster, 2021. Poems by topic and subject. Poetry Monster — the […]
To A Friend Whose Work Has Come To Nothing by William Butler Yeats
Now all the truth is out, Be secret and take defeat From any brazen throat, For how can you compete, Being honour bred, with one Who, were it proved he lies, Were neither shamed in his own Nor in his neighbours’ eyes? Bred to a harder thing Than Triumph, turn away And like a laughing […]
Zunsheen In The Winter by William Barnes
The winter clouds, that long did hide The zun, be all a-blown azide, An’ in the light, noo longer dim, Do sheen the ivy that do clim’ The tower’s zide an’ elem’s stim; An’ holmen bushes, in between The leafless thorns, be bright an’ green To zunsheen o’ the winter. The trees, that yesterday did […]
Zummer Thoughts In Winter Time by William Barnes
Well, aye, last evenèn, as I shook My locks ov haÿ by Leecombe brook. The yollow zun did weakly glance Upon the winter meäd askance, A-castèn out my narrow sheäde Athirt the brook, an’ on the meäd. The while ageän my lwonesome ears Did russle weatherbeäten spears, Below the withy’s leafless head That overhung the […]
Zummer Evenèn Dance by William Barnes
Come out to the parrock, come out to the tree, The maïdens an’ chaps be a-waïtèn vor thee; There’s Jim wi’ his fiddle to plaÿ us some reels, Come out along wi’ us, an’ fling up thy heels. Come, all the long grass is a-mow’d an’ a-carr’d, An’ the turf is so smooth as a […]
A Zong by William Barnes
O Jenny, don’t sobby! vor I shall be true; Noo might under heaven shall peärt me vrom you. My heart will be cwold, Jenny, when I do slight The zwell o’ thy bosom, thy eyes’ sparklèn light. My kinsvo’k would faïn zee me teäke vor my meäte A maïd that ha’ wealth, but a maïd […]
Zitten Out The Wold Year by William Barnes
Why, raïn or sheen, or blow or snow, I zaid, if I could stand so’s, I’d come, vor all a friend or foe, To sheäke ye by the hand, so’s; An’ spend, wi’ kinsvo’k near an’ dear, A happy evenèn, woonce a year, A-zot wi’ me’th Avore the he’th To zee the new year in, […]
Zellen Woone’s Honey To Buy Zome’hat Sweet by William Barnes
Why, his heart’s lik’ a popple, so hard as a stwone, Vor ’tis money, an’ money’s his ho, An’ to handle an’ reckon it up vor his own, Is the best o’ the jaÿs he do know. Why, vor money he’d gi’e up his lags an’ be leäme, Or would peärt wi’ his zight an’ […]
Woodcom’ Feast by William Barnes
Come, Fanny, come! put on thy white, ‘Tis Woodcom’ feäst, good now! to-night. Come! think noo mwore, you silly maïd, O’ chickèn drown’d, or ducks a-straÿ’d; Nor mwope to vind thy new frock’s taïl A-tore by hitchèn in a naïl; Nor grieve an’ hang thy head azide, A-thinkèn o’ thy lam’ that died. The flag’s […]
Wold Friends A-Met by William Barnes
Aye, vull my heart’s blood now do roll, An’ gaÿ do rise my happy soul, An’ well they mid, vor here our veet Avore woone vier ageän do meet; Vor you’ve avoun’ my feäce, to greet Wi’ welcome words my startlèn ear. An’ who be you, but John o’ Weer, An’ I, but William Wellburn. […]
A Wold Friend by William Barnes
Oh! when the friends we us’d to know, ‘V a-been a-lost vor years; an’ when Zome happy day do come, to show Their feäzen to our eyes ageän, Do meäke us look behind, John, Do bring wold times to mind, John, Do meäke hearts veel, if they be steel, All warm, an’ soft, an’ kind, […]
A Witch by William Barnes
There’s thik wold hag, Moll Brown, look zee, jus’ past! I wish the ugly sly wold witch Would tumble over into ditch; I woulden pull her out not very vast. No, no. I don’t think she’s a bit belied, No, she’s a witch, aye, Molly’s evil-eyed. Vor I do know o’ many a-withrèn blight A-cast […]
Whitsuntide An’ Club Walken by William Barnes
Ees, last Whit-Monday, I an’ Meäry Got up betimes to mind the deäiry; An’ gi’ed the milkèn païls a scrub, An’ dress’d, an’ went to zee the club. Vor up at public-house, by ten O’clock the pleäce wer vull o’ men, A-dress’d to goo to church, an’ dine, An’ walk about the pleäce in line. […]
Vo’k A-Comèn Into Church by William Barnes
The church do zeem a touchèn zight, When vo’k, a-comèn in at door, Do softly tread the long-aïl’d vloor Below the pillar’d arches’ height, Wi’ bells a-pealèn, Vo’k a-kneelèn, Hearts a-healèn, wi’ the love An’ peäce a-zent em vrom above. An’ there, wi’ mild an’ thoughtvul feäce, Wi’ downcast eyes, an’ vaïces dum’, The wold […]
Vellen O’ The Tree by William Barnes
Aye, the girt elem tree out in little hwome groun’ Wer a-stannèn this mornèn, an’ now’s a-cut down. Aye, the girt elem tree, so big roun’ an’ so high, Where the mowers did goo to their drink, an’ did lie In the sheäde ov his head, when the zun at his heighth Had a-drove em […]
Uncle An’ Aunt by William Barnes
How happy uncle us’d to be O’ zummer time, when aunt an’ he O’ Zunday evenèns, eärm in eärm, Did walk about their tiny farm, While birds did zing an’ gnats did zwarm, Drough grass a’most above their knees, An’ roun’ by hedges an’ by trees Wi’ leafy boughs a-swaÿèn. His hat wer broad, his […]
Treat Well Your Wife by William Barnes
No, no, good Meäster Collins cried, Why you’ve a good wife at your zide; Zoo do believe the heart is true That gi’ed up all bezide vor you, An’ still beheäve as you begun To seek the love that you’ve a-won When woonce in dewy June, In hours o’ hope soft eyes did flash, Each […]
To Me by William Barnes
At night, as drough the meäd I took my waÿ, In aïr a-sweeten’d by the new-meäde haÿ, A stream a-vallèn down a rock did sound, Though out o’ zight wer foam an’ stwone to me. Behind the knap, above the gloomy copse, The wind did russle in the trees’ high tops, Though evenèn darkness, an’ […]
The Zilver-Weed by William Barnes
The zilver-weed upon the green, Out where my sons an’ daughters play’d, Had never time to bloom between The litty steps o’ bwoy an’ maïd. But rwose-trees down along the wall, That then wer all the maïden’s ceäre, An’ all a-trimm’d an’ traïn’d, did bear Their bloomèn buds vrom Spring to Fall. But now the […]
The Woodlands by William Barnes
O spread ageän your leaves an’ flow’rs, Lwonesome woodlands! zunny woodlands! Here underneath the dewy show’rs O’ warm-aïr’d spring-time, zunny woodlands! As when, in drong or open ground, Wi’ happy bwoyish heart I vound The twitt’rèn birds a-buildèn round Your high-bough’d hedges, zunny woodlands. You gie’d me life, you gie’d me jaÿ, Lwonesome woodlands! zunny […]
The Wold Wall by William Barnes
Here, Jeäne, we vu’st did meet below The leafy boughs, a-swingèn slow, Avore the zun, wi’ evenèn glow, Above our road, a-beamèn red; The grass in zwath wer in the meäds, The water gleam’d among the reeds In aïr a-steälèn roun’ the hall, Where ivy clung upon the wall. Ah! well-a-day! O wall adieu! The […]