William Butler Yeats

I AM worn out with dreams;
A weather-worn, marble
Among the streams;
And all day long I

WN by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;
She passed the salley gardens with little snow-whitefeet
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;
But I, being young and foolish, with her would notagree

I
RD the old, old men say,"Everything alters,
And one by one we drop away
"They had hands like claws, and their

UR eyes that once were never weary of
Are bowed in sorrow under pendulous lids,
Because our love is waning
"And then She:"Although our love is waning, let us

A
EN blow:  the great wings beating
Above the staggering girl, her thighs
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,

That civilisation may not sink,
Its great battle lost,
Quiet the dog, tether the
To a distant post;

HE island dreams under the
And great boughs drop tranquillity;
The peahens dance on a smooth lawn,
A parrot sways upon a tree,

ER shall a young man,
Thrown into
By those great
Ramparts at your ear,

NY ingenious lovely things are
That seemed sheer miracle to the multitude,protected from the circle of the
That pitches common things about
There

I
NT out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,

There all the golden codgers lay,
There the silver dew,
And the great water sighed for love,
And the wind sighed too

ER give all the heart, for
Will hardly seem worth thinking
To passionate women if it
Certain, and they never

HY should I blame her that she filled my
With misery, or that she would of
Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways,
Or hurled the little streets upon the great

NT at the fumbling wits, the obscure
Of our old paudeen in his shop,
I stumbled
Among the stones and thorn-trees, under morning light;

The light of evening,
Lissadell,
Great windows open to the south,
Two girls in silk kimonos,

I
ED, "I am too young,"And then, "I am old enough";
Wherefore I threw a
To find out if I might love