William Butler Yeats

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

These Are The Clouds - Poem by William Butler Yeats

THESE are the clouds about the fallen sun,
The majesty that shuts his burning eye:
The weak lay hand on what the strong has done,
Till that be tumbled that was lifted high
And discord follow upon unison,
And all things at one common level lie.
And therefore, friend, if your great race were run
And these things came, So much the more thereby
Have you made greatness your companion,
Although it be for children that you sigh:
These are the clouds about the fallen sun,
The majesty that shuts his burning eye.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2001



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