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William Butler Yeats

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

Poems of William Butler Yeats

81. Crazy Jane And The Bishop 1/13/2003
82. Crazy Jane Grown Old Looks At The Dancers 1/13/2003
83. Crazy Jane On God 1/13/2003
84. Crazy Jane On The Day Of Judgment 1/13/2003
85. Crazy Jane On The Mountain 5/15/2001
86. Crazy Jane Reproved 1/13/2003
87. Crazy Jane Talks With The Bishop 1/13/2003
88. Cuchulain Comforted 5/15/2001
89. Cuchulain's Fight with the Sea 1/3/2003
90. Death 5/15/2001
91. Demon And Beast 5/15/2001
92. Down By The Salley Gardens 5/15/2001
93. Drinking Song 1/3/2003
94. Easter, 1916 1/13/2003
95. Ego Dominus Tuus 5/15/2001
96. Ephemera 5/15/2001
97. Faery Song 1/3/2003
98. Fallen Majesty 1/3/2003
99. Father And Child 1/13/2003
100. Fergus And The Druid 5/15/2001

The White Birds

I WOULD that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea!
We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fade and flee;
And the flame of the blue star of twilight, hung low on the rim of the sky,
Has awaked in our hearts, my beloved, a sadness that may not die.
A weariness comes from those dreamers, dew-dabbled, the lily and rose;
Ah, dream not of them, my beloved, the flame of the meteor that goes,
Or the flame of the blue star that lingers hung low in the fall of the dew:

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