May 2019
Sing whatever is well made,
every man that sings a song:
With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind
of night and light and the half-light,
you are more beautiful than any one.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire,
I swear before the dawn comes round again
to love you in the old high way of love.
I know that I shall meet my fate
though now it seems impossible, and so
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
the time for you to taste of that salt breath -
What is there left to say?
every man that sings a song:
With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind
of night and light and the half-light,
you are more beautiful than any one.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire,
I swear before the dawn comes round again
to love you in the old high way of love.
I know that I shall meet my fate
though now it seems impossible, and so
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
the time for you to taste of that salt breath -
What is there left to say?
Poems: Under Ben Bulben; Come Gather Round Me, Parnellites; No Second Troy; He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven; Broken Dreams; Sailing to Byzantium; The Fascination of What's Difficult; Adam's Curse; An Irish Airman Foresees his Death; The Folly of Being Comforted; The Lake Isle of Innisfree; To a Shade; The Curse of Cromwell
(44/M/DC)
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