The Complete Works. William Butler Yeats

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      An unimaginable happiness.

      AIBRIC.

      And if that happiness be more than dreams,

      More than the froth, the feather, the dustwhirl,

      The crazy nothing that I think it is,

      It shall be in the country of the dead,

      If there be such a country.

      DECTORA.

      No, not there,

      But in some island where the life of the world

      Leaps upward, as if all the streams o’ the world

      Had run into one fountain.

      AIBRIC.

      Speak to him.

      He knows that he is taking you to death;

      Speak—he will not deny it.

      DECTORA.

      Is that true?

      FORGAEL.

      I do not know for certain, but I know

      That I have the best of pilots.

      AIBRIC.

      Shadows, illusions,

      That the shape-changers, the ever-laughing ones,

      The immortal mockers have cast into his mind,

      Or called before his eyes.

      DECTORA.

      O carry me

      To some sure country, some familiar place.

      Have we not everything that life can give

      In having one another?

      FORGAEL.

      How could I rest

      If I refused the messengers and pilots

      With all those sights and all that crying out?

      DECTORA.

      But I will cover up your eyes and ears,

      That you may never hear the cry of the birds,

      Or look upon them.

      FORGAEL.

      Were they but lowlier

      I’d do your will, but they are too high—too high.

      DECTORA.

      Being too high, their heady prophecies

      But harry us with hopes that come to nothing,

      Because we are not proud, imperishable,

      Alone and winged.

      FORGAEL.

      Our love shall be like theirs

      When we have put their changeless image on.

      DECTORA.

      I am a woman, I die at every breath.

      AIBRIC.

      Let the birds scatter for the tree is broken.

      And there’s no help in words. [To the SAILORS.] To the other ship,

      And I will follow you and cut the rope

      When I have said farewell to this man here,

      For neither I nor any living man

      Will look upon his face again.

      [The SAILORS go out.

      FORGAEL [to DECTORA]

      Go with him,

      For he will shelter you and bring you home.

      AIBRIC.

       [Taking FORGAEL’S hand.]

      I’ll do it for his sake.

      DECTORA.

      No. Take this sword

      And cut the rope, for I go on with Forgael.

      AIBRIC.

       [Half-falling into the keen.]

      The yew bough has been broken into two,

      And all the birds are scattered—O! O! O!

      Farewell! farewell!

      [He goes out.

      DECTORA.

      The sword is in the rope—

      The rope’s in two—it falls into the sea,

      It whirls into the foam. O ancient worm,

      Dragon that loved the world and held us to it,

      You are broken, you are broken. The world drifts away,

      And I am left alone with my beloved,

      Who cannot put me from his sight for ever.

      We are alone for ever, and I laugh,

      Forgael, because you cannot put me from you.

      The mist has covered the heavens, and you and I

      Shall be alone for ever. We two—this crown—

      I half remember. It has been in my dreams.

      Bend lower, O king, that I may crown you with it.

      O flower of the branch, O bird among the leaves,

      O silver fish that my two hands have taken

      Out of the running stream, O morning star,

      Trembling in the blue heavens like a white fawn

      Upon the misty border of the wood,

      Bend lower, that I may cover you with my hair,

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