In the Seven Woods: Poems (1903) Poem Text

In the Seven Woods: Poems (1903) Poem Text

In The Seven Woods (Excerpt)

I have heard the pigeons of the Seven Woods

Make their faint thunder, and the garden bees

Hum in the lime tree flowers; and put away

The unavailing outcries and the old bitterness

That empty the heart. I have forgot awhile

Tara uprooted, and new commonness

Upon the throne and crying about the stress

[...]

Baile And Aillinn (Excerpt)

Argument. Baile and Aillinn were lovers, but

Aengus, the Master of Love, wishing them to be

happy in his own land among the dead, told to

each a story of the other's death, so that their

hearts were broken and they died.

I hardly hear the curlew cry,

Nor the grey rush when wind is high,

Before my thoughts begin to run

On the heir of Ulad, Buan's son,

Baile who had the honey mouth,

And that mild women of the southm

Aillinn, who was King Lugaid's heir.

Their love was never drowned in care

Of this or that thing, nor grew cold

Because their bodies had grown old;

Being forbid to marry on earth

They blossomed to immortal mirth.

About the time when Christ was born,

When the long wars for the White Horn

And the Brown Bull had not yet come,

Young Baile Honey-Mouth, whom some

Called rather Baile Little-Land,

Rode out of Emain with a band

[...]

Under The Moon (Excerpt)

I have no happiness in dreaming of Brycelinde;

Nor Avalon the grass green hollow, nor Joyous Isle,

Where one found Lancelot crazed and hid him for a while,

Nor Ulad when Naoise had thrown a sail upon the wind,

Nor lands that seem too dim to be burdens on the heart,

Land-under-Wave, where out of the moon's light and the sun's

Seven old sisters wind the threads of the long lived ones,

[...]

The Song of Red Hanrahan (Excerpt)

The old brown thorn trees break in two high over Cummen Strand

Under a bitter black wind that blows from the left hand,

Our courage breaks like an old tree in a black wind and dies;

But we have hidden in our hearts the flame out of the eyes

Of Cathleen the daughter of Houlihan.

[...]

The Old Men Admiring Themselves in the Water (Excerpt)


I heard the old, old men say
'Everything alters,
And one by one we drop away.'
They had hands like claws, and their knees
Were twisted like the old thorn trees
By the waters.

[...]

- W.B. Yeats

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