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Poems by W.B. Yeats

He wishes for the cloths of Heaven (from "The wind among the reeds", 1899)
He wishes for the cloths of Heaven
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

A deep-Sworn Vow (from "The wild swans at Coole", 1919)
Others because you did not keep
That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;
Yet always when I look death in the face
When I chamber to the heights of sleep
Or when I grow excited with wine
Suddenly I meet your face

A drinking song (form "The green helmet and other poems", 1910)
Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you and I sigh.

The empty cup (from "The Tower", 1928, "A man young and old")
A crazy man that found a cup
When all but dead of thirst,
Hardly dared to wet his mouth
Imagining, moon-accursed
That another mouthful
And his beating heart would burst
October last I found it too
But found it dry as bone,
And for that reason am I crazed
And my sleep is gone

Crazy Jane Reproved (from "The Winding stairs and other poems", 1933)
I care not what the sailors say:
All those dreadful thunder-stones,
All that storm that blots the day
Can but show that Heaven yawns;
Great Europe played the fool
That changed a lover for a bull.
Fol de rol fol de rol

To round that shell's elaborate whorl
Adorning every secret track
With the delicate mother-of-pearl
Made the joints of Heaven crack:
So never hang your heart upon a roaring ranting journeyman.
Fol de rol fol de rol

Crazy Jane on the Day of Judgment
"Love is all
That cannot take the whole
Body and soul"
And that is what Jane said

"Take the sour
If you take me,
I can scoff and lour
And scold for an hour"
"that's certainly the case" said he

Before the world was made
If I make the lashes dark
And the eyes more bright
And the lips more scarlet
Or ask if all be right
From mirror after mirror
No vanity's displayed:
I'm looking for the face I had
Before the world was made

"Naked I lay
the grass my bed;
Naked and hidden away,
That black day";
And that is what Jane said

"What can be shown?
What true love be?
All could be known or shown
If time were but gone"
"that's certainly the case", said he

What if I look upon a man
As though on my beloved
And my blood be cold the while
And my heart unmoved?
Why should he think me cruel
Or that he is betrayed?
I'd have him love the ting that was
Before the world was made

The lot of love is chosen. I learnt that much
Struggling for an image on the track
Of the whirling zodiac
Scarce did he my body touch
Scarce sank he from the west or found a subterranean rest
On the maternal midnight of my breast
Before I had marked him on his northern way
And seemed to stand although in bed I lay

I struggled with the horror of the daybreak
I chose it for my lot! If questioned on
My utmost pleasure with a man
By some new-married bride, I take
That stillness for a theme
Where his heart my heart did seem
And both adrift on the miraculous stream
Where -write a learned astrologer-
The zodiac is changed into a sphere.