The Complete Works. William Butler Yeats

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      I went out to the hazel wood,

      Because a fire was in my head,

      And cut and peeled a hazel wand,

      And hooked a berry to a thread;

      And when white moths were on the wing,

      And moth-like stars were flickering out,

      I dropped the berry in a stream

      And caught a little silver trout.

      When I had laid it on the floor

      I went to blow the fire a-flame,

      But something rustled on the floor,

      And someone called me by my name:

      It had become a glimmering girl

      With apple blossom in her hair

      Who called me by my name and ran

      And faded through the brightening air.

      Though I am old with wandering

      Through hollow lands and hilly lands,

      I will find out where she has gone,

      And kiss her lips and take her hands;

      And walk among long dappled grass,

      And pluck till time and times are done

      The silver apples of the moon,

      The golden apples of the sun.

THE HEART OF THE WOMAN

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      O what to me the little room

      That was brimmed up with prayer and rest;

      He bade me out into the gloom,

      And my breast lies upon his breast.

      O what to me my mother’s care,

      The house where I was safe and warm;

      The shadowy blossom of my hair

      Will hide us from the bitter storm.

      O hiding hair and dewy eyes,

      I am no more with life and death,

      My heart upon his warm heart lies,

      My breath is mixed into his breath.

THE LOVER MOURNS FOR THE LOSS OF LOVE

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      Pale brows, still hands and dim hair,

      I had a beautiful friend

      And dreamed that the old despair

      Would end in love in the end:

      She looked in my heart one day

      And saw your image was there;

      She has gone weeping away.

HE MOURNS FOR THE CHANGE THAT HAS COME UPON HIM AND HIS BELOVED AND LONGS FOR THE END OF THE WORLD

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      Do you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns!

      I have been changed to a hound with one red ear;

      I have been in the Path of Stones and the Wood of Thorns,

      For somebody hid hatred and hope and desire and fear

      Under my feet that they follow you night and day.

      A man with a hazel wand came without sound;

      He changed me suddenly; I was looking another way;

      And now my calling is but the calling of a hound;

      And Time and Birth and Change are hurrying by.

      I would that the Boar without bristles had come from the West

      And had rooted the sun and moon and stars out of the sky

      And lay in the darkness, grunting, and turning to his rest.

HE BIDS HIS BELOVED BE AT PEACE

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      I hear the Shadowy Horses, their long manes a-shake,

      Their hoofs heavy with tumult, their eyes glimmering white;

      The North unfolds above them clinging, creeping night,

      The East her hidden joy before the morning break,

      The West weeps in pale dew and sighs passing away,

      The South is pouring down roses of crimson fire:

      O vanity of Sleep, Hope, Dream, endless Desire,

      The Horses of Disaster plunge in the heavy clay:

      Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat

      Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast,

      Drowning love’s lonely hour in deep twilight of rest,

      And hiding their tossing manes and their tumultuous feet.

HE REPROVES THE CURLEW

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      O, curlew, cry no more in the air,

      Or only to the waters in the West;

      Because your crying brings to my mind

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