William Butler Yeats Poems

WE sat together at one summer's end,
That beautiful mild woman, your close friend,
And you and I, and talked of poetry.
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Bolt and bar the shutter,
For the foul winds blow:
Our minds are at their best this night,
And I seem to know
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Like the moon her kindness is,
If kindness I may call
What has no comprehension in't,
But is the same for all
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'She will change,' I cried.
'Into a withered crone.'
The heart in my side,
That so still had lain,
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All the words that I utter,
And all the words that I write,
Must spread out their wings untiring,
And never rest in their flight,
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The old priest Peter Gilligan
Was weary night and day
For half his flock were in their beds
Or under green sods lay.
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BELOVED, gaze in thine own heart,
The holy tree is growing there;
From joy the holy branches start,
And all the trembling flowers they bear.
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ALL things can tempt me from this craft of verse:
One time it was a woman's face, or worse --
The seeming needs of my fool-driven land;
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'Never shall a young man,
Thrown into despair
By those great honey-coloured
Ramparts at your ear,
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THAT civilisation may not sink,
Its great battle lost,
Quiet the dog, tether the pony
To a distant post;
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