Poem Themes Х
Random Poem Х
The Rating of Poets Х The Rating of Poems
Poem by William Butler Yeats
DO not because this day I have grown saturnine Imagine that lost love, inseparable from my thought Because I have no other youth, can make me pine; For how should I forget the wisdom that you brought, The comfort that you made? Although my wits have gone On a fantastic ride, my horse's flanks are spurred By childish memories of an old cross Pollexfen, And of a Middleton, whose name you never heard, And of a red-haired Yeats whose looks, although he died Before my time, seem like a vivid memory. You heard that labouring man who had served my people. He said Upon the open road, near to the Sligo quay -- No, no, not said, but cried it out -- 'You have come again, And surely after twenty years it was time to come.' I am thinking of a child's vow sworn in vain Never to leave that valley his fathers called their home.
William Butler Yeats
William Butler Yeats's other poems:
English Poetry. E-mail firstname.lastname@example.org