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The Wind Among the Reeds
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
FOURTH EDITION.
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THE HOSTING OF THE SIDHE 1
THE EVERLASTING VOICES 3
THE MOODS 4
AEDH TELLS OF THE ROSE IN HIS HEART 5
THE HOST OF THE AIR 7
BREASAL THE FISHERMAN 10
A CRADLE SONG 11
INTO THE TWILIGHT 13
THE SONG OF WANDERING AENGUS 15
THE SONG OF THE OLD MOTHER 17
THE FIDDLER OF DOONEY 18
THE HEART OF THE WOMAN 20
AEDH LAMENTS THE LOSS OF LOVE 21
MONGAN LAMENTS THE CHANGE THAT HAS COME UPON HIM AND HIS BELOVED 22
MICHAEL ROBARTES BIDS HIS BELOVED BE AT PEACE 24
HANRAHAN REPROVES THE CURLEW 26
MICHAEL ROBARTES REMEMBERS FORGOTTEN BEAUTY 27
A POET TO HIS BELOVED 29
AEDH GIVES HIS BELOVED CERTAIN RHYMES 30
TO MY HEART, BIDDING IT HAVE NO FEAR 31
THE CAP AND BELLS 32
THE VALLEY OF THE BLACK PIG 35
MICHAEL ROBARTES ASKS FORGIVENESS BECAUSE OF HIS MANY MOODS 37
AEDH TELLS OF A VALLEY FULL OF LOVERS 40
AEDH TELLS OF THE PERFECT BEAUTY 42
AEDH HEARS THE CRY OF THE SEDGE 43
AEDH THINKS OF THOSE WHO HAVE SPOKEN EVIL OF HIS BELOVED 44
THE BLESSED 45
THE SECRET ROSE 47
HANRAHAN LAMENTS BECAUSE OF HIS WANDERINGS 51
THE TRAVAIL OF PASSION 52
THE POET PLEADS WITH HIS FRIEND FOR OLD FRIENDS 54
HANRAHAN SPEAKS TO THE LOVERS OF HIS SONGS IN COMING DAYS 55
AEDH PLEADS WITH THE ELEMENTAL POWERS 57
AEDH WISHES HIS BELOVED WERE DEAD 59
AEDH WISHES FOR THE CLOTHS OF HEAVEN 60
MONGAN THINKS OF HIS PAST GREATNESS 61
NOTES 65
THE HOSTING OF THE SIDHE
THE EVERLASTING VOICES
O sweet everlasting Voices be still; Go to the guards of the heavenly fold And bid them wander obeying your will Flame under flame, till Time be no more; Have you not heard that our hearts are old, That you call in birds, in wind on the hill, In shaken boughs, in tide on the shore? O sweet everlasting Voices be still.
THE MOODS
Time drops in decay, Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; What one in the rout Of the fire-born moods, Has fallen away?
AEDH TELLS OF THE ROSE IN HIS HEART
All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old, The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart, The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould, Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.
The wrong of unshapely things is a wrong too great to be told; I hunger to build them anew and sit on a green knoll apart, With the earth and the sky and the water, remade, like a casket of gold For my dreams of your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.
THE HOST OF THE AIR
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