Tag: William Butler Yeats

EPHEMERA

  “Your eyes that once were never weary of mine Are bowed in sorrow under pendulous lids, Because our love is waning.” And then She: “Although our love…

The White Birds

I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea! We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fade and…

The two Trees

Beloved, gaze in thine own heart,  From joy the holy branches start And all the trembling flowers they bear. The changing colours of its fruit Have dowered the…

The Stolen Child

The Stolen Child William Butler Yeats   Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The…