THESE ARE THE CLOUDS
by: W. B. Yeats (1865-1939)
- HESE are the clouds about the
fallen sun,
- The majesty that shuts his burning eye:
- The weak lay hand on what the strong has done,
- Till that be tumbled that was lifted high
- And discord follow upon unison,
- And all things at one common level lie.
- And therefore, friend, if your great race were run
- And these things came, so much the more thereby
- Have you made greatness your companion,
- Although it be for children that you sigh:
- These are the clouds about the fallen sun,
- The majesty that shuts his burning eye.
"These Are the Clouds"
is reprinted from The Green Helmet and Other Poems. W.B.
Yeats. Dundrum: Cuala Press, 1910. |
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