The Complete Works. William Butler Yeats

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      Troy passed away in one high funeral gleam,

      And Usna’s children died.

      We and the labouring world are passing by:

      Amid men’s souls, that waver and give place,

      Like the pale waters in their wintry race,

      Under the passing stars, foam of the sky,

      Lives on this lonely face.

      Bow down, archangels, in your dim abode:

      Before you were, or any hearts to beat,

      Weary and kind one lingered by His seat;

      He made the world to be a grassy road

      Before her wandering feet.

THE ROSE OF PEACE

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      If Michael, leader of God’s host

      When Heaven and Hell are met,

      Looked down on you from Heaven’s door-post

      He would his deeds forget.

      Brooding no more upon God’s wars

      In his Divine homestead,

      He would go weave out of the stars

      A chaplet for your head.

      And all folk seeing him bow down,

      And white stars tell your praise,

      Would come at last to God’s great town,

      Led on by gentle ways;

      And God would bid His warfare cease,

      Saying all things were well;

      And softly make a rosy peace,

      A peace of Heaven with Hell.

THE ROSE OF BATTLE

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      Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World!

      The tall thought-woven sails, that flap unfurled

      Above the tide of hours, trouble the air,

      And God’s bell buoyed to be the water’s care;

      While hushed from fear, or loud with hope, a band

      With blown, spray-dabbled hair gather at hand.

      Turn if you may from battles never done,

      I call, as they go by me one by one,

      Danger no refuge holds, and war no peace,

      For him who hears love sing and never cease,

      Beside her clean-swept hearth, her quiet shade:

      But gather all for whom no love hath made

      A woven silence, or but came to cast

      A song into the air, and singing past

      To smile on the pale dawn; and gather you

      Who have sought more than is in rain or dew

      Or in the sun and moon, or on the earth,

      Or sighs amid the wandering, starry mirth,

      Or comes in laughter from the sea’s sad lips;

      And wage God’s battles in the long gray ships.

      The sad, the lonely, the insatiable,

      To these Old Night shall all her mystery tell;

      God’s bell has claimed them by the little cry

      Of their sad hearts, that may not live nor die.

      Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World!

      You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled

      Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring

      The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.

      Beauty grown sad with its eternity

      Made you of us, and of the dim gray sea.

      Our long ships loose thought-woven sails and wait,

      For God has bid them share an equal fate;

      And when at last defeated in His wars,

      They have gone down under the same white stars,

      We shall no longer hear the little cry

      Of our sad hearts, that may not live nor die.

A FAERY SONG

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      Sung by the people of faery over Diarmuid and Grania, who lay in their bridal sleep under a Cromlech.

      We who are old, old and gay,

      O so old!

      Thousands of years, thousands of years,

      If all were told:

      Give to these children, new from the world,

      Silence and love;

      And the long dew-dropping hours of the night,

      And the stars above:

      Give to these children, new from the world,

      Rest far from men.

      Is anything better, anything better?

      Tell us it then:

      Us who are old, old and gay,

      O so old!

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