W. B. Yeats

To a Shade by W. B. Yeats

If you have revisited the town, thin Shade,Whether to look upon your monument(I wonder if the builder has been paid)Or happier-thoughted when the day is spentTo drink of that salt breath out of the seaWhen grey gulls flit about instead of men,And the gaunt houses put on majesty:Let these content you and be gone again;For …

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For Anne Gregory by W. B. Yeats

‘NEVER shall a young man,Thrown into despairBy those great honey-colouredRamparts at your ear,Love you for yourself aloneAnd not your yellow hair.’ ‘But I can get a hair-dyeAnd set such colour there,Brown, or black, or carrot,That young men in despairMay love me for myself aloneAnd not my yellow hair.’ ‘I heard an old religious manBut yesternight …

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The Cat and the Moon by W. B. Yeats

The cat went here and thereAnd the moon spun round like a top,And the nearest kin of the moon,The creeping cat, looked up.Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon,For, wander and wail as he would,The pure cold light in the skyTroubled his animal blood.Minnaloushe runs in the grassLifting his delicate feet.Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you …

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