William Butler Yeats

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

Wisdom - Poem by William Butler Yeats

THE true faith discovered was
When painted panel, statuary.
Glass-mosaic, window-glass,
Amended what was told awry
By some peasant gospeller;
Swept the Sawdust from the floor
Of that working-carpenter.
Miracle had its playtime where
In damask clothed and on a seat
Chryselephantine, cedar-boarded,
His majestic Mother sat
Stitching at a purple hoarded
That He might be nobly breeched
In starry towers of Babylon
Noah's freshet never reached.
King Abundance got Him on
Innocence; and Wisdom He.
That cognomen sounded best
Considering what wild infancy
Drove horror from His Mother's breast.


Comments about Wisdom by William Butler Yeats

  • (4/5/2016 8:59:00 AM)


    ...... beaurifully penned and chryselephantine is a new word
    I must research ★
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2001

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 17, 2001


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