William Butler Yeats

(13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)

The Shadowy Waters: The Harp Of Aengus - Poem by William Butler Yeats


Edain came out of Midhir's hill, and lay
Beside young Aengus in his tower of glass,
Where time is drowned in odour-laden winds
And Druid moons, and murmuring of boughs,
And sleepy boughs, and boughs where apples made
Of opal and ruhy and pale chrysolite
Awake unsleeping fires; and wove seven strings,
Sweet with all music, out of his long hair,
Because her hands had been made wild by love.
When Midhir's wife had changed her to a fly,
He made a harp with Druid apple-wood
That she among her winds might know he wept;
And from that hour he has watched over none
But faithful lovers.


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  • Ratnakar Mandlik (4/20/2016 5:08:00 AM)

    Beautifully conceived thought provoking poem. Thanks for sharing it here. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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