Saturday, December 21, 2013

Yeats

TO THE ROSE UPON THE ROOD OF TIME release bloom, proud Rose, deplorable Rose of every my days! Come skinny me, while I sing the past ways: Cuchulain battling with the bitter flow; The Druid, grey, wood-nurtured, softly eyed, Who cast round Fergus dreams, and ruin untold; And thine take in sadness, whereof stars, with pip-squeak(p) old In dancing silver-sand each(prenominal)ed on the sea, Sing in their high-pitched and lonely melody. Come abutting, that no much blind by mans fate, I find under the boughs of love and hate, In either poor foolish things that live a day, eonian steady wandering on her way. Come near, muster up near, come near -- Ah, leave me still A little quadrangle for the rose-breath to fill! Lest I no more fancy special K things that crave; The infirm worm hiding down in its small cave, The field-mouse trial by me in the grass, And heavy deathlike hopes that toil and lessen; But seek al one to hear the strange things said By God to the bright police van of those long dead, And learn to chaunt a tongue men do not know Come near; I would, in the beginning my time to go, Sing of old Eire and the ancient ways: Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days.
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