To Some I Have Talked with by the Fire (by William Butler Yeats)
Yeats [by George Charles Beresford, 1911]
To Some I Have Talked with by the Fire
by William Butler Yeats
from The Rose (1893)
- While I wrought out these fitful Danaan rhymes,
- My heart would brim with dreams about the times
- When we bent down above the fading coals
- And talked of the dark folk who live in souls
- Of passionate men, like bats in the dead trees;
- And of the wayward twilight companies
- Who sigh with mingled sorrow and content,
- Because their blossoming dreams have never bent
- Under the fruit of evil and of good:
- And of the embattled flaming multitude
- Who rise, wing above wing, flame above flame,
- And, like a storm, cry the Ineffable Name,
- And with the clashing of their sword-blades make
- A rapturous music, till the morning break
- And the white hush end all but the loud beat
- Of their long wings, the flash of their white feet.
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Posted by Jesus Crisis at 8/3/2010 12:32 PM 
Categories: British, Writing, Yeats (William Butler), 1800s, Irish
Tags: 1893 British Literature W.B. Yeats Irish Literature Irish Poetry British Poetry William Butler Yeats The Rose
Categories: British, Writing, Yeats (William Butler), 1800s, Irish
Tags: 1893 British Literature W.B. Yeats Irish Literature Irish Poetry British Poetry William Butler Yeats The Rose
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