He disappeared in the dead of winter: The brooks were frozen, the airports almost deserted, And snow disfigured the public…
“In Memory of W.B. Yeats,” lines 12-23
But for him it was his last afternoon as himself, An afternoon of nurses and rumours; The provinces of…
“In Memory of W.B. Yeats,” lines 24-31
But in the importance and noise of to-morrow When the brokers are roaring like beasts on the floor of…
“In Memory of W.B. Yeats,” lines 32-41
II You were silly like us; your gift survived it all: The parish of rich women, physical decay, Yourself. Mad…
“In Memory of W.B. Yeats,” lines 42-53
III Earth, receive an honoured guest: William Yeats is laid to rest. Let the Irish vessel lie Emptied of its…
“In Memory of W.B. Yeats,” lines 54-65
Follow, poet, follow right To the bottom of the night, With your unconstraining voice Still persuade us to rejoice.…
