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The Wind Among the Reeds
The
WIND AMONG
THE REEDS
By
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
LONDON  ·  ELKIN MATHEWS
VIGO STREET  ·  W  ·  MDCCCCIII
FOURTH EDITION.
page
The Hosting of the Sidhe
1
The Everlasting Voices
3
The Moods
4
Aedh tells of the Rose in his Heart
5
The Host of the Air
7
Breasal the Fisherman
10
A Cradle Song
11
Into the Twilight
13
The Song of Wandering Aengus
15
The Song of the old Mother
17
The Fiddler of Dooney
18
The Heart of the Woman
20
Aedh Laments the Loss of Love
21
Mongan laments the Change that has come upon him and his Beloved
22
Michael Robartes bids his Beloved be at Peace
24
Hanrahan reproves the Curlew
26
Michael Robartes remembers forgotten Beauty
27
A Poet to his Beloved
29
Aedh gives his Beloved certain Rhymes
30
To my Heart, bidding it have no Fear
31
The Cap and Bells
32
The Valley of the Black Pig
35
Michael Robartes asks Forgiveness because of his many Moods
37
Aedh tells of a Valley full of Lovers
40
Aedh tells of the perfect Beauty
42
Aedh hears the Cry of the Sedge
43
Aedh thinks of those who have spoken Evil of his Beloved
44
The Blessed
45
The Secret Rose
47
Hanrahan laments because of his Wanderings
51
The Travail of Passion
52
The Poet pleads with his Friend for old Friends
54
Hanrahan speaks to the Lovers of his Songs in coming Days
55
Aedh pleads with the Elemental Powers
57
Aedh wishes his Beloved were Dead
59
Aedh wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
60
Mongan thinks of his past Greatness
61
Notes
65
THE HOSTING OF THE SIDHE
The host is riding from Knocknarea
And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare;
Caolte tossing his burning hair
And Niamh calling Away, come away:
Empty your heart of its mortal dream.
The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round,
Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound,
Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam,
Our arms are waving, our lips are apart;
And if any gaze on our rushing band,
We come between him and the deed of his hand,
We come between him and the hope of his heart
.
The host is rushing 'twixt night and day,
And where is there hope or deed as fair?
Caolte tossing his burning hair,
And Niamh calling Away, come away
.
THE EVERLASTING VOICES
O sweet everlasting Voices be still;
Go to the guards of the heavenly fold
And bid them wander obeying your will
Flame under flame, till Time be no more;
Have you not heard that our hearts are old,
That you call in birds, in wind on the hill,
In shaken boughs, in tide on the shore?
O sweet everlasting Voices be still.
THE MOODS
Time drops in decay,
Li ............

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