by: W. B. Yeats (1865-1939)
- OME may have blamed you that you
- The verses that could move them on the day
- When, the ears being deafened, the sight of the eyes blind
- With lightning, you went from me, and I could find
- Nothing to make a song about but kings,
- Helmets, and swords, and half-forgotten things
- That were like memories of you--but now
- We'll out, for the world lives as long ago;
- And while we're in our laughing, weeping fit,
- Hurl helmets, crowns, and swords into the pit.
- But, dear, cling close to me; since you were gone,
- My barren thoughts have chilled me to the bone.
POEMS BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
"Reconciliation" is reprinted
from The Green Helmet and Other Poems. W.B. Yeats. Dundrum:
Cuala Press, 1910.