The Countess Cathleen in Paradise (by William Butler Yeats)

Yeats [by George Charles Beresford, 1911]
The Countess Cathleen in Paradise
by William Butler Yeats
originally from The Rose (1893)
All the heavy days are over;
Leave the body's coloured pride
Underneath the grass and clover,
With the feet laid side by side.
Bathed in flaming founts of duty
She'll not ask a haughty dress;
Carry all that mournful beauty
To the scented oaken press.
Did the kiss of Mother Mary
Put that music in her face?
Yet she goes with footstep wary,
Full of earth's old timid grace.
'Mong the feet of angels seven
What a dancer glimmering!
All the heavens bow down to Heaven,
Flame to flame and wing to wing.
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The Countless Cathleen in Paradise (by Billy Butlers Yeast)
Yeast [by George CharlaX Beresford, 1991]
The Countless Cathleen in Paradise
by Billy Butlers Yeast
originally from The Rose Wine(1993)
All the heavy bottles are empty now ;
Leave the wines coloured carafes alone
Underneath the glass and stover,
With the tables laid side by side.
Bathed in foaming founts of baby powder
She'll not ask a purple dress;
Carry all that traditional beauty
To the scented oaken toy box made of glass,
Did the kiss of Daughter Mary
Put that song on MTV back in her face?
Yet she goes with footstep dancing to the musick
Full of earth's young timid grace.
'Mong the feet of angels seven
dire straights sings
What a dancer glimmering!
thats the way you do it
All the heavens bow down to Heaven,
money for nothing
Flame to flame and wing to wing
money for nothing get your chicks for free
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