William Butler Yeats.
ALL the words that I utter,
And all the words that I write,
Must spread out their wings untiring,
never rest in their flight,
Till they come where your sad, sad heart is,
And sing to you in the night,
where the waters are moving,
Storm-darkend or starry bright.
WHEN you are old and gray and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
upon the mountains overhead,
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils
of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnights all a-glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
evening full of the linnets wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep hearts core.
DOWN by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;
She passd the salley gardens with
little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;
But I, being young and
foolish, with her would not agree.
In a field by the river my love and I did stand,
And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-
She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;
But I was young and foolish, and
now am full of tears.
HAD I the heavens embroiderd cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and
the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because
you tread on my dreams.
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