William Butler Yeats Poems

A moonlight moor. Fairies leading a child.

Male Fairies: Do not fear us, earthly maid!
We will lead you hand in hand
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WHY should I blame her that she filled my days
With misery, or that she would of late
Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways,
Or hurled the little streets upon the great.
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How can I, that girl standing there,
My attention fix
On Roman or on Russian
Or on Spanish politics?
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PICTURE and book remain,
An acre of green grass
For air and exercise,
Now strength of body goes;
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NOW must I these three praise --
Three women that have wrought
What joy is in my days:
One because no thought,
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THE trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky;
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If I make the lashes dark
And the eyes more bright
And the lips more scarlet,
Or ask if all be right
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I met the Bishop on the road
And much said he and I.
'Those breasts are flat and fallen now,
Those veins must soon be dry;
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WE sat together at one summer's end,
That beautiful mild woman, your close friend,
And you and I, and talked of poetry.
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'Never shall a young man,
Thrown into despair
By those great honey-coloured
Ramparts at your ear,
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