The Poetry of W.B Yeates. 1865-1939 |
Turning and turning in the widening
gyre |
'I am of Ireland, 'I am of Ireland, The fiddlers are all thumbs, 'I am of Ireland, |
I Will arise and go now, and go
to Innisfree, And I shall have some peace there,
for peace comes dropping slow, I will arise and go now, for always
night and day |
The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The nineteenth autumn has come upon
me I have looked upon those brilliant
creatures, Unwearied still, lover by lover,
But now they drift on the still
water, |
Although I can see him still, |
The light of evening, Lissadell, Dear shadows, now you know it all, |
Down by the sally gardens my love and i did meet; In a field by the river my love and I did stand, |
When you are old and grey and full
of sleep, How many loved your moments of glad grace, And bending down beside the glowing bars |
Read about Yeate's
Life. |