William Butler Yeats Poems

I BRING you with reverent hands
The books of my numberless dreams,
White woman that passion has worn
As the tide wears the dove-grey sands,
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I

I sought a theme and sought for it in vain,
I sought it daily for six weeks or so.
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WHAT woman hugs her infant there?
Another star has shot an ear.
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SURELY among a rich man s flowering lawns,
Amid the rustle of his planted hills,
Life overflows without ambitious pains;
And rains down life until the basin spills,
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NOR dread nor hope attend
A dying animal;
A man awaits his end
Dreading and hoping all;
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THE cat went here and there
And the moon spun round like a top,
And the nearest kin of the moon,
The creeping cat, looked up.
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I HAD this thought a while ago,
'My darling cannot understand
What I have done, or what would do
In this blind bitter land.'
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The light of evening, Lissadell,
Great windows open to the south,
Two girls in silk kimonos, both
Beautiful, one a gazelle.
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'YOUR eyes that once were never weary of mine
Are bowed in sotrow under pendulous lids,
Because our love is waning.'
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WHY should not old men be mad?
Some have known a likely lad
That had a sound fly-fisher's wrist
Turn to a drunken journalist;
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