William Butler Yeats Poems

SHE lived in storm and strife,
Her soul had such desire
For what proud death may bring
That it could not endure
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MIDNIGHT has come, and the great Christ Church Bell
And may a lesser bell sound through the room;
And it is All Souls' Night,
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I HAVE heard that hysterical women say
They are sick of the palette and fiddle-bow.
Of poets that are always gay,
For everybody knows or else should know
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BID a strong ghost stand at the head
That my Michael may sleep sound,
Nor cry, nor turn in the bed
Till his morning meal come round;
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BLESSED be this place,
More blessed still this tower;
A bloody, arrogant power
Rose out of the race
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GOD guard me from those thoughts men think
In the mind alone;
He that sings a lasting song
Thinks in a marrow-bone;
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Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
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A crazy man that found a cup,
When all but dead of thirst,
Hardly dared to wet his mouth
Imagining, moon-accursed,
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AH, that Time could touch a form
That could show what Homer's age
Bred to be a hero's wage.
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He. Dear, I must be gone
While night Shuts the eyes
Of the household spies;
That song announces dawn.
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