William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс)

The Rose of Peace

  If Michael, leader of God's host
  When Heaven and Hell are met,
  Looked down on you from Heaven's door-post
  He would his deeds forget.

  Brooding no more upon God's wars
  In his Divine homestead,
  He would go weave out of the stars
  A chaplet for your head.

  And all folk seeing him bow down,
  And white stars tell your praise,
  Would come at last to God's great town,
  Led on by gentle ways;

  And God would bid His warfare cease.
  Saying all things were well;
  And softly make a rosy peace,
  A peace of Heaven with Hell.

1. The Lamentation of the Old Pensioner
2. The Dedication to a Book of Stories Selected from the Irish Novelists
3. To Ireland in the Coming Times
4. The Pity of Love
5. The Old Men Admiring Themselves in the Water

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