Under Saturn
DO not because this day I have grown saturnine / Imagine that lost love, inseparable from my thought
For Anne Gregory
❦
'NEVER shall a young man,
Thrown into despair
By those great honey-coloured
Ramparts at your ear,
Love you for yourself alone
And not your yellow hair.'
'But I can get a hair-dye
And set such colour there,
Brown, or black, or carrot,
That young men in despair
May love me for myself alone
And not my yellow hair.'
'I heard an old religious man
But yesternight declare
That he had found a text to prove
That only God, my dear,
Could love you for yourself alone
And not your yellow hair.'
More poems by William Butler Yeats
The Old Men Admiring Themselves In The Water
I HEARD the old, old men say, / 'Everything alters,
Love Song
My love, we will go, we will go, I and you, / And away in the woods we will scatter the dew;
The Great Day
HURRAH for revolution and more cannon-shot! / A beggar upon horseback lashes a beggar on foot.