The Meditation Of The Old Fisherman
YOU waves, though you dance by my feet like children at play, / Though you glow and you glance, though you purr and you dart;
The Everlasting Voices
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O SWEET everlasting Voices, be still;
Go to the guards of the heavenly fold
And bid them wander obeying your will,
Flame under flame, till Time be no more;
Have you not heard that our hearts are old,
That you call in birds, in wind on the hill,
In shaken boughs, in tide on the shore?
O sweet everlasting Voices, be still.
More poems by William Butler Yeats
A Memory Of Youth
THE moments passed as at a play; / I had the wisdom love brings forth;
The Fisherman
ALTHOUGH I can see him still. / The freckled man who goes
Under Saturn
DO not because this day I have grown saturnine / Imagine that lost love, inseparable from my thought