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The Unappeasable Host

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THE Danaan children laugh, in cradles of wrought gold,And clap their hands together, and half close their eyes,For they will ride the North when the ger-eagle flies,With heavy whitening wings,…

The Lover Asks Forgiveness Because Of His Many Moods

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IF this importunate heart trouble your peaceWith words lighter than air,Or hopes that in mere hoping flicker and cease;Crumple the rose in your hair;And cover your lips with odorous twilight…

Cuchulan’s Fight With The Sea

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A MAN came slowly from the setting sun,To Emer, raddling raiment in her dun,And said, “I am that swineherd whom you bidGo watch the road between the wood and tide,But…

Byzantium

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The unpurged images of day recede;The Emperor’s drunken soldiery are abed;Night resonance recedes, night walkers’ songAfter great cathedral gong;A starlit or a moonlit dome disdainsAll that man is,All mere complexities,The…

The Results Of Thought

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ACQUAINTANCE; companion;One dear brilliant woman;The best-endowed, the elect,All by their youth undone,All, all, by that inhumanBitter glory wrecked.But I have straightened outRuin, wreck and wrack;I toiled long years and at…

Where My Books Go

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All the words that I utter,  And all the words that I write,Must spread out their wings untiring,  And never rest in their flight,Till they come where your sad, sad heart is,  And…

Her Dream

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I dreamed as in my bed I lay,All night’s fathomless wisdom come,That I had shorn my locks awayAnd laid them on Love’s lettered tomb:But something bore them out of sightIn…

Presences

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THIS night has been so strange that it seemedAs if the hair stood up on my head.From going-down of the sun I have dreamedThat women laughing, or timid or wild,In…

Nineteen Hundred And Nineteen

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MANY ingenious lovely things are goneThat seemed sheer miracle to the multitude,protected from the circle of the moonThat pitches common things about.  There stoodAmid the ornamental bronze and stoneAn ancient image…

Vacilliation

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IBETWEEN extremitiesMan runs his course;A brand, or flaming breath.Comes to destroyAll those antinomiesOf day and night;The body calls it death,The heart remorse.But if these be rightWhat is joy? IIA tree…