The Ghost Of Roger Casement
O WHAT has made that sudden noise? / What on the threshold stands?
The Mask
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'PUT off that mask of burning gold
With emerald eyes.'
'O no, my dear, you make so bold
To find if hearts be wild and wise,
And yet not cold.'
'I would but find what's there to find,
Love or deceit.'
'It was the mask engaged your mind,
And after set your heart to beat,
Not what's behind.'
'But lest you are my enemy,
I must enquire.'
'O no, my dear, let all that be;
What matter, so there is but fire
In you, in me?'
More poems by William Butler Yeats
The Withering Of The Boughs
I CRIED when the moon was mutmuring to the birds: / 'Let peewit call and curlew cry where they will,
The Winding Stair And Other Poems
IN MEMORY OF EVA GORE-BOOTH AND CON MARKIEWICZ / THE light of evening, Lissadell,
What Then?
HIS chosen comrades thought at school / He must grow a famous man;