William Butler Yeats

IF you have revisited the town, thin Shade,

Whether to look upon your monument

(I wonder if the builder has been paid)

Or happier thoughted when the day is spent

To drink of that salt breath out of the sea

When grey gulls fly about instead of men,

And the gaunt houses put on majesty:

Let these content you and be gone again;

For they are at their old tricks yet.
A man

Of your own passionate serving kind who had brought

In his full hands what, had they only known,

Had given their children’s children loftier thought

Sweeter emotion, working in their veins

Like gentle blood, has been driven from the place,

And insult heaped upon him for his pains

And for his open-handedness, disgrace;

An old foul mouth that once cried out on you

Herding the pack.

Unquiet wanderer

Draw the Glasnevin coverlet anew

About your head till the dust stops your ear.

The time for you to taste of that salt breath

And listen at the corners has not come;

You had enough of sorrow before death—

Away, away! You are safer in the tomb.