In the Seven Woods. William Butler Yeats

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       William Butler Yeats

      In the Seven Woods

      Published by Good Press, 2020

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      EAN 4064066066819

Table of Contents

       In the Seven Woods

       The Old Age of Queen Maeve

       Baile and Aillinn

       The Arrow

       The Folly of being Comforted

       The Withering of the Boughs

       Adam's Curse

       The Song of Red Hanrahan

       The Old Men admiring themselves in the Water

       Under the Moon

       The Players ask for a Blessing on the Psalteries and themselves

       The Rider from the North

       On Baile's Strand, a Play

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      IN THE SEVEN WOODS: BEING POEMS

      CHIEFLY OF THE IRISH HEROIC AGE

       BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

      THE DUN EMER PRESS

       DUNDRUM

       MCMIII

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      1 TABLE OF CONTENTS.

      2 In the Seven Woods,Page 1

      3 The Old Age of Queen Maeve,1

      4 Baile and Aillinn,7

      5 The Arrow,16

      6 The Folly of being Comforted,16

      7 The Withering of the Boughs,17

      8 Adam's Curse,18

      9 The Song of Red Hanrahan,19

      10 The Old Men admiring themselves in the Water,20

      11 Under the Moon,21

      12 The Players ask for a Blessing on the Psalteries and themselves,22

      13 The Rider from the North,23

      14 On Baile's Strand, a Play,26

      In the Seven Woods

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      IN THE SEVEN WOODS

      I have heard the pigeons of the Seven Woods

       Make their faint thunder, and the garden bees

       Hum in the lime tree flowers; and put away

       The unavailing outcries and the old bitterness

       That empty the heart. I have forgot awhile

       Tara uprooted, and new commonness

       Upon the throne and crying about the streets

       And hanging its paper flowers from post to post,

       Because it is alone of all things happy.

       I am contented for I know that Quiet

       Wanders laughing and eating her wild heart

       Among pigeons and bees, while that Great Archer,

       Who but awaits His hour to shoot, still hangs

       A cloudy quiver over Parc-na-Lee.

      August, 1902.

      The Old Age of Queen Maeve

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      THE OLD AGE OF QUEEN MAEVE

      Maeve the great queen was pacing to and fro,

       Between the walls covered with beaten bronze,

       In her high house at Cruachan; the long hearth,

       Flickering with ash and hazel, but half showed

       Where the tired horse-boys lay upon the rushes,

       Or on the benches underneath the walls,

       In comfortable sleep; all living slept

       ​But that great queen, who more than half the night

       Had paced from door to fire and fire to door.

       Though now in her old age, in her young age

       She had been beautiful in that old way

       That's all but gone; for the proud heart is gone

       And the fool heart of the counting-house fears all

       But soft beauty and indolent desire.

       She could have called over the rim of the world

       Whatever woman's lover had hit her fancy,

       And yet had been great bodied and great limbed,