The Complete Works. William Butler Yeats

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      And the grey bird with crooked bill

      Have such long memories, that they still

      Remember Deirdre and her man;

      And when we walk with Kate or Nan

      About the windy water side,

      Our heart can hear the voices chide.

      How could we be so soon content,

      Who know the way that Naoise went?

      And they have news of Deirdre’s eyes,

      Who being lovely was so wise—

      Ah! wise, my heart knows well how wise.

      Now had that old gaunt crafty one,

      Gathering his cloak about him, run

      Where Aillinn rode with waiting maids,

      Who amid leafy lights and shades

      Dreamed of the hands that would unlace

      Their bodices in some dim place

      When they had come to the marriage bed;

      And harpers, pondering with bowed head

      A music that had thought enough

      Of the ebb of all things to make love

      Grow gentle without sorrowings;

      And leather-coated men with slings

      Who peered about on every side;

      And amid leafy light he cried:

      ‘He is well out of wind and wave;

      They have heaped the stones above his grave

      In Muirthemne, and over it

      In changeless Ogham letters writ—

      Baile, that was of Rury’s seed.

      ‘But the gods long ago decreed

      No waiting maid should ever spread

      Baile and Aillinn’s marriage bed,

      For they should clip and clip again

      Where wild bees hive on the Great Plain.

      Therefore it is but little news

      That put this hurry in my shoes.’

      And hurrying to the south, he came

      To that high hill the herdsmen name

      The Hill Seat of Leighin, because

      Some god or king had made the laws

      That held the land together there,

      In old times among the clouds of the air.

      That old man climbed; the day grew dim;

      Two swans came flying up to him,

      Linked by a gold chain each to each,

      And with low murmuring laughing speech

      Alighted on the windy grass.

      They knew him: his changed body was

      Tall, proud and ruddy, and light wings

      Were hovering over the harp-strings

      That Etain, Midhir’s wife, had wove

      In the hid place, being crazed by love.

      What shall I call them? fish that swim,

      Scale rubbing scale where light is dim

      By a broad water-lily leaf;

      Or mice in the one wheaten sheaf

      Forgotten at the threshing place;

      Or birds lost in the one clear space

      Of morning light in a dim sky;

      Or, it may be, the eyelids of one eye,

      Or the door pillars of one house,

      Or two sweet blossoming apple-boughs

      That have one shadow on the ground;

      Or the two strings that made one sound

      Where that wise harper’s finger ran.

      For this young girl and this young man

      Have happiness without an end,

      Because they have made so good a friend.

      They know all wonders, for they pass

      The towery gates of Gorias,

      And Findrias and Falias,

      And long-forgotten Murias,

      Among the giant kings whose hoard,

      Cauldron and spear and stone and sword,

      Was robbed before earth gave the wheat;

      Wandering from broken street to street

      They come where some huge watcher is,

      And tremble with their love and kiss.

      They know undying things, for they

      Wander where earth withers away,

      Though nothing troubles the great streams

      But light from the pale stars, and gleams

      From the holy orchards, where there is none

      But fruit that is of precious stone,

      Or apples of the sun and moon.

      What were our praise to them? they eat

      Quiet’s wild heart, like daily meat;

      Who when night thickens are afloat

      On dappled skins in a glass boat,

      Far out under a windless sky;

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