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Table of Contents
The Wind Among The Reeds.............................................................................................................................1
William Butler Yeats...............................................................................................................................1
The Hosting Of The Sidhe.......................................................................................................................2
The Everlasting Voices ............................................................................................................................2
The Moods...............................................................................................................................................2
The Lover Tells Of The Rose In His Heart ..............................................................................................3
The Host Of The Air ................................................................................................................................3
The Fish...................................................................................................................................................4
The Unappeasable Host...........................................................................................................................5
Into The Twilight.....................................................................................................................................5
The Song Of Wandering Aengus .............................................................................................................6
The Song Of The Old Mother ..................................................................................................................6
The Heart Of The Woman.......................................................................................................................7
The Lover Mourns For The Loss Of Love ...............................................................................................7
He Mourns For The Change That Has Come Upon Him And His Beloved, And Longs For The
End Of The World...................................................................................................................................8
He Bids His Beloved Be At Peace ...........................................................................................................8
He Reproves The Curlew .........................................................................................................................8
He Remembers Forgotten Beauty ............................................................................................................9
A Poet To His Beloved............................................................................................................................9
He Gives His Beloved Certain Rhymes .................................................................................................10
To His Heart, Bidding It Have No Fear .................................................................................................10
The Cap And Bells .................................................................................................................................11
The Valley Of The Black Pig .................................................................................................................12
The Lover Asks Forgiveness Because Of His Many Moods .................................................................12
He Tells Of A Valley Full Of Lovers....................................................................................................13
He Tells Of The Perfect Beauty .............................................................................................................13
He Hears The Cry Of The Sedge...........................................................................................................13
He Thinks Of Those Who Have Spoken Evil Of His Beloved ..............................................................14
The Blessed ............................................................................................................................................14
The Secret Rose.....................................................................................................................................15
Maid Quiet.............................................................................................................................................16
The Travail of Passion...........................................................................................................................16
The Lover Pleads With His Friend For Old Friends ..............................................................................17
The Lover Speaks To The Hearers Of His Songs In Coming Days......................................................17
The Poet Pleads With The Elemental Powers ........................................................................................17
He Wishes His Beloved Were Dead......................................................................................................18
He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven..................................................................................................18
He Thinks Of His Past Greatness When A Part Of The Constellations Of Heaven .............................19
The Fiddler Of Dooney ..........................................................................................................................19
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The Wind Among The Reeds
William Butler Yeats
The Hosting Of The Sidhe
The Everlasting Voices
The Moods
The Lover Tells Of The Rose In His Heart
The Host Of The Air
The Fish
The Unappeasable Host
Into The Twilight
The Song Of Wandering Aengus
The Song Of The Old Mother
The Heart Of The Woman
The Lover Mourns For The Loss Of Love
He Mourns For The Change That Has Come Upon Him And His Beloved, And Longs For The End Of The
World
He Bids His Beloved Be At Peace
He Reproves The Curlew
He Remembers Forgotten Beauty
A Poet To His Beloved
He Gives His Beloved Certain Rhymes
To His Heart, Bidding It Have No Fear
The Cap And Bells
The Valley Of The Black Pig
The Lover Asks Forgiveness Because Of His Many Moods
He Tells Of A Valley Full Of Lovers
He Tells Of The Perfect Beauty
He Hears The Cry Of The Sedge
He Thinks Of Those Who Have Spoken Evil Of His Beloved
The Blessed
The Secret Rose
Maid Quiet
The Travail of Passion
The Lover Pleads With His Friend For Old Friends
The Lover Speaks To The Hearers Of His Songs In Coming Days
The Poet Pleads With The Elemental Powers
He Wishes His Beloved Were Dead
He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven
He Thinks Of His Past Greatness When A Part Of The Constellations Of Heaven
The Fiddler Of Dooney
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The Hosting Of The Sidhe
The host is riding from Knocknarea
And over the grave of CloothnaBare;
Caoilte tossing his burning hair,
And Niamh calling Away, come away:
Empty your heart of its mortal dream.
The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round,
Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound,
Our breasts are heaving our eyes are agleam,
Our arms are waving our lips are apart;
And if any gaze on our rushing band,
We come between him and the deed of his hand,
We come between him and the hope of his heart.
The host is rushing 'twixt night and day,
And where is there hope or deed as fair?
Caoilte tossing his burning hair,
And Niamh calling Away, come away.
The Everlasting Voices
O SWEET everlasting Voices, be still;
Go to the guards of the heavenly fold
And bid them wander obeying your will,
Flame under flame, till Time be no more;
Have you not heard that our hearts are old,
That you call in birds, in wind on the hill,
In shaken boughs, in tide on the shore?
O sweet everlasting Voices, be still.
The Moods
TIME drops in decay,
Like a candle burnt out,
And the mountains and woods
Have their day, have their day;
What one in the rout
Of the fireborn moods
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Has fallen away?
The Lover Tells Of The Rose In His Heart
ALL things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old,
The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart,
The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould,
Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.
The wrong of unshapely things is a wrong too great to be told;
I hunger to build them anew and sit on a green knoll apart,
With the earth and the sky and the water, remade, like a casket of gold
For my dreams of your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.
The Host Of The Air
O'DRISCOLL drove with a song
The wild duck and the drake
From the tall and the tufted reeds
Of the drear Hart Lake.
And he saw how the reeds grew dark
At the coming of nighttide,
And dreamed of the long dim hair
Of Bridget his bride.
He heard while he sang and dreamed
A piper piping away,
And never was piping so sad,
And never was piping so gay.
And he saw young men and young girls
Who danced on a level place,
And Bridget his bride among them,
With a sad and a gay face.
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The dancers crowded about him
And many a sweet thing said,
And a young man brought him red wine
And a young girl white bread.
But Bridget drew him by the sleeve
Away from the merry bands,
To old men playing at cards
With a twinkling of ancient hands.
The bread and the wine had a doom,
For these were the host of the air;
He sat and played in a dream
Of her long dim hair.
He played with the merry old men
And thought not of evil chance,
Until one bore Bridget his bride
Away from the merry dance.
He bore her away in his atms,
The handsomest young man there,
And his neck and his breast and his arms
Were drowned in her long dim hair.
O'Driscoll scattered the cards
And out of his dream awoke:
Old men and young men and young girls
Were gone like a drifting smoke;
But he heard high up in the air
A piper piping away,
And never was piping so sad,
And never was piping so gay.
The Fish
ALTHOUGH you hide in the ebb and flow
Of the pale tide when the moon has set,
The people of coming days will know
About the casting out of my net,
And how you have leaped times out of mind
Over the little silver cords,
And think that you were hard and unkind,
And blame you with many bitter words.
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The Unappeasable Host
THE Danaan children laugh, in cradles of wrought gold,
And clap their hands together, and half close their eyes,
For they will ride the North when the gereagle flies,
With heavy whitening wings, and a heart fallen cold:
I kiss my wailing child and press it to my breast,
And hear the narrow graves calling my child and me.
Desolate winds that cry over the wandering sea;
Desolate winds that hover in the flaming West;
Desolate winds that beat the doors of Heaven, and beat
The doors of Hell and blow there many a whimpering ghost;
O heart the winds have shaken, the unappeasable host
Is comelier than candles at Mother Mary's feet.
Into The Twilight
OUTWORN heart, in a time outworn,
Come clear of the nets of wrong and right;
Laugh, heart, again in the grey twilight,
Sigh, heart, again in the dew of the morn.
Your mother Eire is aways young,
Dew ever shining and twilight grey;
Though hope fall from you and love decay,
Burning in fires of a slanderous tongue.
Come, heart, where hill is heaped upon hill:
For there the mystical brotherhood
Of sun and moon and hollow and wood
And river and stream work out their will;
And God stands winding His lonely horn,
And time and the world are ever in flight;
And love is less kind than the grey twilight,
And hope is less dear than the dew of the morn.
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The Song Of Wandering Aengus
I WENT out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And mothlike stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire aflame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lads and hilly lands.
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
The Song Of The Old Mother
I RISE in the dawn, and I kneel and blow
Till the seed of the fire flicker and glow;
And then I must scrub and bake and sweep
Till stars are beginning to blink and peep;
And the young lie long and dream in their bed
Of the matching of ribbons for bosom and head,
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And their day goes over in idleness,
And they sigh if the wind but lift a tress:
While I must work because I am old,
And the seed of the fire gets feeble and cold.
The Heart Of The Woman
O WHAT to me the little room
That was brimmed up with prayer and rest;
He bade me out into the gloom,
And my breast lies upon his breast.
O what to me my mother's care,
The house where I was safe and warm;
The shadowy blossom of my hair
Will hide us from the bitter storm.
O hiding hair and dewy eyes,
I am no more with life and death,
My heart upon his warm heart lies,
My breath is mixed into his breath.
The Lover Mourns For The Loss Of Love
PALE brows, still hands and dim hair,
I had a beautiful friend
And dreamed that the old despair
Would end in love in the end:
She looked in my heart one day
And saw your image was there;
She has gone weeping away.
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He Mourns For The Change That Has Come Upon Him And His Beloved,
And Longs For The End Of The World
DO you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns?
I have been changed to a hound with one red ear;
I have been in the Path of Stones and the Wood of Thorns,
For somebody hid hatred and hope and desire and fear
Under my feet that they follow you night and day.
A man with a hazel wand came without sound;
He changed me suddenly; I was looking another way;
And now my calling is but the calling of a hound;
And Time and Birth and Change are hurrying by.
I would that the Boar without bristles had come from the West
And had rooted the sun and moon and stars out of the sky
And lay in the darkness, grunting, and turning to his rest.
He Bids His Beloved Be At Peace
I HEAR the Shadowy Horses, their long manes ashake,
Their hoofs heavy with tumult, their eyes glimmering white;
The North unfolds above them clinging, creeping night,
The East her hidden joy before the morning break,
The West weeps in pale dew and sighs passing away,
The South is pouring down roses of crimson fire:
O vanity of Sleep, Hope, Dream, endless Desire,
The Horses of Disaster plunge in the heavy clay:
Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat
Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast,
Drowning love's lonely hour in deep twilight of rest,
And hiding their tossing manes and their tumultuous feet.
He Reproves The Curlew
O CURLEW, cry no more in the air,
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Or only to the water in the West;
Because your crying brings to my mind
passiondimmed eyes and long heavy hair
That was shaken out over my breast:
There is enough evil in the crying of wind.
He Remembers Forgotten Beauty
WHEN my arms wrap you round I press
My heart upon the loveliness
That has long faded from the world;
The jewelled crowns that kings have hurled
In shadowy pools, when armies fled;
The lovetales wrought with silken thread
By dreaming ladies upon cloth
That has made fat the murderous moth;
The roses that of old time were
Woven by ladies in their hair,
The dewcold lilies ladies bore
Through many a sacred corridor
Where such grey clouds of incense rose
That only God's eyes did not close:
For that pale breast and lingering hand
Come from a more dreamheavy land,
A more dreamheavy hour than this;
And when you sigh from kiss to kiss
I hear white Beauty sighing, too,
For hours when all must fade like dew.
But flame on flame, and deep on deep,
Throne over throne where in half sleep,
Their swords upon their iron knees,
Brood her high lonely mysteries.
A Poet To His Beloved
I BRING you with reverent hands
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The books of my numberless dreams,
White woman that passion has worn
As the tide wears the dovegrey sands,
And with heart more old than the horn
That is brimmed from the pale fire of time:
White woman with numberless dreams,
I bring you my passionate rhyme.
He Gives His Beloved Certain Rhymes
FASTEN your hair with a golden pin,
And bind up every wandering tress;
I bade my heart build these poor rhymes:
It worked at them, day out, day in,
Building a sorrowful loveliness
Out of the battles of old times.
You need but lift a pearlpale hand,
And bind up your long hair and sigh;
And all men's hearts must burn and beat;
And candlelike foam on the dim sand,
And stars climbing the dewdropping sky,
Live but to light your passing feet.
To His Heart, Bidding It Have No Fear
BE you still, be you still, trembling heart;
Remember the wisdom out of the old days:
Him who trembles before the flame and the flood,
And the winds that blow through the starry ways,
Let the starry winds and the flame and the flood
Cover over and hide, for he has no part
With the lonely, majestical multitude.
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The Cap And Bells
THE jester walked in the garden:
The garden had fallen still;
He bade his soul rise upward
And stand on her windowsill.
It rose in a straight blue garment,
When owls began to call:
It had grown wisetongued by thinking
Of a quiet and light footfall;
But the young queen would not listen;
She rose in her pale nightgown;
She drew in the heavy casement
And pushed the latches down.
He bade his heart go to her,
When the owls called out no more;
In a red and quivering garment
It sang to her through the door.
It had grown sweettongued by dreaming
Of a flutter of flowerlike hair;
But she took up her fan from the table
And waved it off on the air.
"I have cap and bells,' he pondered,
"I will send them to her and die';
And when the morning whitened
He left them where she went by.
She laid them upon her bosom,
Under a cloud of her hair,
And her red lips sang them a lovesong
Till stars grew out of the air.
She opened her door and her window,
And the heart and the soul came through,
To her right hand came the red one,
To her left hand came the blue.
They set up a noise like crickets,
A chattering wise and sweet,
And her hair was a folded flower
And the quiet of love in her feet.
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The Valley Of The Black Pig
THE dews drop slowly and dreams gather: unknown spears
Suddenly hurtle before my dreamawakened eyes,
And then the clash of fallen horsemen and the cries
Of unknown perishing armies beat about my ears.
We who still labour by the cromlech on the shore,
The grey caim on the hill, when day sinks drowned in dew,
Being weary of the world's empires, bow down to you.
Master of the still stars and of the flaming door.
The Lover Asks Forgiveness Because Of His Many Moods
IF this importunate heart trouble your peace
With words lighter than air,
Or hopes that in mere hoping flicker and cease;
Crumple the rose in your hair;
And cover your lips with odorous twilight and say,
"O Hearts of windblown flame!
O Winds, older than changing of night and day,
That murmuring and longing came
From marble cities loud with tabors of old
In dovegrey faery lands;
From battlebanners, fold upon purple fold,
Queens wrought with glimmering hands;
That saw young Niamh hover with lovelorn face
Above the wandering tide;
And lingered in the hidden desolate place
Where the last Phoenix died,
And wrapped the flames above his holy head;
And still murmur and long:
O piteous Hearts, changing till change be dead
In a tumultuous song':
And cover the pale blossoms of your breast
With your dim heavy hair,
And trouble with a sigh for all things longing for rest
The odorous twilight there.
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He Tells Of A Valley Full Of Lovers
I DREAMED that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs,
For happy lovers passed two by two where I stood;
And I dreamed my lost love came stealthily out of the wood
With her cloudpale eyelids falling on dreamdimmed eyes:
I cried in my dream, O women, bid the young men lay
Their heads on your knees, and drown their eyes with your fair,
Or remembering hers they will find no other face fair
Till all the valleys of the world have been withered away.
He Tells Of The Perfect Beauty
O CLOUDPALE eyelids, dreamdimmed eyes,
The poets labouring all their days
To build a perfect beauty in rhyme
Are overthrown by a woman's gaze
And by the unlabouring brood of the skies:
And therefore my heart will bow, when dew
Is dropping sleep, until God burn time,
Before the unlabouring stars and you.
He Hears The Cry Of The Sedge
I WANDER by the edge
Of this desolate lake
Where wind cries in the sedge:
iUntil the axle break
That keeps the stars in their round,
And hands hurl in the deep
The banners of East and West,
And the girdle of light is unhound,
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Your breast will not lie by the breast
Of your beloved in sleep.
He Thinks Of Those Who Have Spoken Evil Of His Beloved
HALF close your eyelids, loosen your hair,
And dream about the great and their pride;
They have spoken against you everywhere,
But weigh this song with the great and their pride;
I made it out of a mouthful of air,
Their children's children shall say they have lied.
The Blessed
CUMHAL called out, bending his head,
Till Dathi came and stood,
With a blink in his eyes, at the cavemouth,
Between the wind and the wood.
And Cumhal said, bending his knees,
"I have come by the windy way
To gather the half of your blessedness
And learn to pray when you pray.
"I can bring you salmon out of the streams
And heron out of the skies."
But Dathi folded his hands and smiled
With the secrets of God in his eyes.
And Cumhal saw like a drifting smoke
All manner of blessed souls,
Women and children, young men with books,
And old men with croziers and stoles.
"praise God and God's Mother,' Dathi said,
"For God and God's Mother have sent
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The blessedest souls that walk in the world
To fill your heart with content."
"And which is the blessedest,' Cumhal said,
"Where all are comely and good?
Is it these that with golden thuribles
Are singing about the wood?"
"My eyes are blinking,' Dathi said,
"With the secrets of God half blind,
But I can see where the wind goes
And follow the way of the wind;
"And blessedness goes where the wind goes,
And when it is gone we are dead;
I see the blessedest soul in the world
And he nods a drunken head.
"O blessedness comes in the night and the day
And whither the wise heart knows;
And one has seen in the redness of wine
The Incorruptible Rose,
"That drowsily drops faint leaves on him
And the sweetness of desire,
While time and the world are ebbing away
In twilights of dew and of fire."
The Secret Rose
FAROFF, most secret, and inviolate Rose,
Enfold me in my hour of hours; where those
Who sought thee in the Holy Sepulchre,
Or in the winevat, dwell beyond the stir
And tumult of defeated dreams; and deep
Among pale eyelids, heavy with the sleep
Men have named beauty. Thy great leaves enfold
The ancient beards, the helms of ruby and gold
Of the crowned Magi; and the king whose eyes
Saw the pierced Hands and Rood of elder rise
In Druid vapour and make the torches dim;
Till vain frenzy awoke and he died; and him
Who met Fand walking among flaming dew
By a grey shore where the wind never blew,
And lost the world and Emer for a kiss;
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And him who drove the gods out of their liss,
And till a hundred moms had flowered red
Feasted, and wept the barrows of his dead;
And the proud dreaming king who flung the crown
And sorrow away, and calling bard and clown
Dwelt among winestained wanderers in deep woods:
And him who sold tillage, and house, and goods,
And sought through lands and islands numberless years,
Until he found, with laughter and with tears,
A woman of so shining loveliness
That men threshed corn at midnight by a tress,
A little stolen tress. I, too, await
The hour of thy great wind of love and hate.
When shall the stars be blown about the sky,
Like the sparks blown out of a smithy, and die?
Surely thine hour has come, thy great wind blows,
Faroff, most secret, and inviolate Rose?
Maid Quiet
WHERE has Maid Quiet gone to,
Nodding her russet hood?
The winds that awakened the stars
Are blowing through my blood.
O how could I be so calm
When she rose up to depart?
Now words that called up the lightning
Are hurtling through my heart.
The Travail of Passion
WHEN the flaming lutethronged angelic door is wide;
When an immortal passion breathes in mortal clay;
Our hearts endure the scourge, the plaited thorns, the way
Crowded with bitter faces, the wounds in palm and side,
The vinegarheavy sponge, the flowers by Kedron stream;
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We will bend down and loosen our hair over you,
That it may drop faint perfume, and be heavy with dew,
Lilies of deathpale hope, roses of passionate dream.
The Lover Pleads With His Friend For Old Friends
THOUGH you are in your shining days,
Voices among the crowd
And new friends busy with your praise,
Be not unkind or proud,
But think about old friends the most:
Time's bitter flood will rise,
Your beauty perish and be lost
For all eyes but these eyes.
The Lover Speaks To The Hearers Of His Songs In Coming Days
O WOMEN, kneeling by your altarrails long hence,
When songs I wove for my beloved hide the prayer,
And smoke from this dead heart drifts through the violet air
And covers away the smoke of myrrh and frankincense;
Bend down and pray for all that sin I wove in song,
Till the Attorney for Lost Souls cry her sweet cry,
And.call to my beloved and me: "No longer fly
Amid the hovering, piteouS, penitential throng.'
The Poet Pleads With The Elemental Powers
THE Powers whose name and shape no living creature knows
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Have pulled the Immortal Rose;
And though the Seven Lights bowed in their dance and wept,
The Polar Dragon slept,
His heavy rings uncoiled from glimmering deep to deep:
When will he wake from sleep?
Great Powers of falling wave and wind and windy fire,
With your harmonious choir
Encircle her I love and sing her into peace,
That my old care may cease;
Unfold your flaming wings and cover out of sight
The nets of day and night.
Dim powers of drowsy thought, let her no longer be
Like the pale cup of the sea,
When winds have gathered and sun and moon burned dim
Above its cloudy rim;
But let a gentle silence wrought with music flow
Whither her footsteps go.
He Wishes His Beloved Were Dead
WERE you but lying cold and dead,
And lights were paling out of the West,
You would come hither, and bend your head,
And I would lay my head on your breast;
And you would murmur tender words,
Forgiving me, because you were dead:
Nor would you rise and hasten away,
Though you have the will of the wild birds,
But know your hair was bound and wound
About the stars and moon and sun:
O would, beloved, that you lay
Under the dockleaves in the ground,
While lights were paling one by one.
He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven
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HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the halflight,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
He Thinks Of His Past Greatness When A Part Of The Constellations Of
Heaven
I HAVE drunk ale from the Country of the Young
And weep because I know all things now:
I have been a hazeltree, and they hung
The Pilot Star and the Crooked Plough
Among my leaves in times out of mind:
I became a rush that horses tread:
I became a man, a hater of the wind,
Knowing one, out of all things, alone, that his head
May not lie on the breast nor his lips on thc hair
Of the woman that he loves, until he dies.
O beast of the wilderness, bird of the air,
Must I endure your amorous cries?
The Fiddler Of Dooney
WHEN I play on my fiddle in Dooney.
Folk dance like a wave of the sea;
My cousin is priest in Kilvarnet,
My brother in Mocharabuiee.
I passed my brother and cousin:
They read in their books of prayer;
I read in my book of songs
I bought at the Sligo fair.
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When we come at the end of time
To Peter sitting in state,
He will smile on the three old spirits,
But call me first through the gate;
For the good are always the merry,
Save by an evil chance,
And the merry love the fiddle,
And the merry love to dance:
And when the folk there spy me,
They will all come up to me,
With "Here is the fiddler of Dooney!"
And dance like a wave of the sea.
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5. The Everlasting Voices, page = 5
6. The Moods, page = 5
7. The Lover Tells Of The Rose In His Heart, page = 6
8. The Host Of The Air, page = 6
9. The Fish, page = 7
10. The Unappeasable Host, page = 8
11. Into The Twilight, page = 8
12. The Song Of Wandering Aengus, page = 9
13. The Song Of The Old Mother, page = 9
14. The Heart Of The Woman, page = 10
15. The Lover Mourns For The Loss Of Love, page = 10
16. He Mourns For The Change That Has Come Upon Him And His Beloved, And Longs For The End Of The World, page = 11
17. He Bids His Beloved Be At Peace, page = 11
18. He Reproves The Curlew, page = 11
19. He Remembers Forgotten Beauty, page = 12
20. A Poet To His Beloved, page = 12
21. He Gives His Beloved Certain Rhymes, page = 13
22. To His Heart, Bidding It Have No Fear, page = 13
23. The Cap And Bells, page = 14
24. The Valley Of The Black Pig, page = 15
25. The Lover Asks Forgiveness Because Of His Many Moods, page = 15
26. He Tells Of A Valley Full Of Lovers, page = 16
27. He Tells Of The Perfect Beauty, page = 16
28. He Hears The Cry Of The Sedge, page = 16
29. He Thinks Of Those Who Have Spoken Evil Of His Beloved, page = 17
30. The Blessed, page = 17
31. The Secret Rose, page = 18
32. Maid Quiet, page = 19
33. The Travail of Passion, page = 19
34. The Lover Pleads With His Friend For Old Friends, page = 20
35. The Lover Speaks To The Hearers Of His Songs In Coming Days, page = 20
36. The Poet Pleads With The Elemental Powers, page = 20
37. He Wishes His Beloved Were Dead, page = 21
38. He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven, page = 21
39. He Thinks Of His Past Greatness When A Part Of The Constellations Of Heaven, page = 22
40. The Fiddler Of Dooney, page = 22