| 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. |
| 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. |