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1002 Text,  31 |            means they try to hold me secure who love me in this world.
1003 Text,  80 |           things thou art nourishing seeds into sprouts, buds into
1004 Text,  37 |           thee'. ~As the storm still seeks its end in peace when it
1005           | seem
1006           | seeming
1007 Text,  70 |            in myriad notes. This thy self-separation has taken body in me. ~The
1008 Text,  88 |           market. All the buyers and sellers are there. But I have my
1009 Text,  79 |             I count months and years separated from thee. ~If this be thy
1010 Intro,  2 |              cast nets.' ~W.B. YEATS September 1912 ~
1011 Text,  67 |              it, O thou spotless and serene. And that is why it may
1012 Text,  57 |              the grass, the joy that sets the twin brothers, life
1013 Text,  70 |              such is thy maya. ~Thou settest a barrier in thine own being
1014 Intro     |         never express what I owed at seventeen to his love poetry. After
1015 Text,  70 |           being and then callest thy severed self in myriad notes. This
1016 Text,  63 |              Maiden, where do you go shading your lamp with your mantle?
1017 Text,  20 |             and upon the bank in the shady lane the yellow leaves flutter
1018 Text,  57 |          sweeps in with the tempest, shaking and waking all life with
1019           | shalt
1020 Text,  32 |           humbly accept only our own share in his grace'; and then
1021 Text,  76 |             earnings with them, thus sharing my all with thee. ~In pleasure
1022 Text,  56 |              of light. ~The light is shattered into gold on every cloud,
1023 Text,  47 |             the hot air of noon. The shepherd boy drowsed and dreamed
1024 Text,  44 |            feet that makes my joy to shine. ~
1025 Text,  52 |            final stroke of death; it shines like the pure flame of being
1026 Text,  77 |            was new and all the stars shone in their first splendour,
1027 Text,  50 |           distant thunder. The earth shook, the walls rocked, and it
1028 Text,  68 |             It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust
1029 Text,  20 |         languid hours pass by on the shore---Alas for me! ~The spring
1030 Text,  8  |           carry thyself upon thy own shoulders! O beggar, to come beg at
1031 Text,  53 |             brim. They called me and shouted, 'Come with us, the morning
1032 Intro,  1 |              wears that dust may not show upon him, the girl searching
1033 Text,  100|          lessons I ever learnt; they showed me secret paths, they brought
1034 Text,  84 |        helpless, and the arrows were showered upon them on the day they
1035 Text,  102|            with its burden of unshed showers let all my mind bend down
1036 Text,  17 |           thee that I hope. ~If thou showest me not thy face, if thou
1037 Intro     |       Richard the Second had he been shown translations from Petrarch
1038 Text,  76 |            and thus stand by thee. I shrink to give up my life, and
1039 Text,  50 |              hands on our hearts and shuddered with fear. Some said, 'Lo,
1040 Text,  50 |             in the sky. The darkness shudders with lightning. Bring out
1041 Text,  38 |          raises its din on all sides shutting me out from beyond, come
1042 Text,  96 |            who thou wert. I knew nor shyness nor fear, my life was boisterous. ~
1043 Intro,  1 |         indolent hands that they may sigh over a life without meaning,
1044 Text,  12 |             opened; only the wind is sighing by. ~I have not seen his
1045 Text,  78 |          feel that I have missed thy sight---let me not forget for a
1046 Text,  42 |          light upon them and see thy signature, I find they have lain scattered
1047 Text,  71 |          evanescent hues of gold and silver, blue and green, and lets
1048           | Since
1049 Text,  1  |       singing. I know that only as a singer I come before thy presence. ~
1050 Text,  2  |                  I know not how thou singest, my master! I ever listen
1051 Text,  102|         their diverse strains into a single current and flow to a sea
1052 Text,  53 |       morning hour is late, the bird sings in weary notes, neem leaves
1053 Text,  70 |             hopes; waves rise up and sink again, dreams break and
1054 Text,  43 |            with tidings from unknown skies, greet me and speed along
1055 Text,  50 |            the dead of the night. We sleepily thought it was the distant
1056 Text,  80 |       fruitfulness. ~I was tired and sleeping on my idle bed and imagined
1057 Text,  60 |      flickers on baby's lips when he sleeps. ~The sweet, soft freshness
1058 Text,  60 |      flickers on baby's lips when he sleeps---does anybody know where
1059 Text,  63 |                               On the slope of the desolate river among
1060 Text,  65 |             thoughts and actions, my slumbers and dreams, she reigned
1061 Text,  32 |               We shall only take the smallest room here.' ~They said, '
1062 Text,  47 |              we spoke not a word nor smiled; we lingered not on the
1063 Text,  70 |              many-coloured tears and smiles, alarms and hopes; waves
1064 Text,  77 |          golden string of their harp snapped, their song stopped, and
1065 Text,  32 |            strong and turbulent, and snatch with unholy greed the offerings
1066 Text,  97 |              and my empty heart will sob out in music like a hollow
1067 Text,  99 |             forever, and when it has sobbed out its last utterance,
1068 Text,  21 |            every house. Thou art the solitary wayfarer in this deserted
1069           | Someone
1070           | sometimes
1071           | somewhere
1072 Text,  57 |             of joy mingle in my last song---the joy that makes the
1073 Intro     |          music as in poetry, and his sons are sung from the west of
1074 Intro     |   intellectual beauty which does not sooner or later impress itself
1075 Text,  100|               Ever in my life have I sought thee with my songs. It was
1076 Text,  19 |             strange fragrance in the south wind. ~That vague sweetness
1077 Text,  2  |       struggles for a voice. I would speak, but speech breaks not into
1078 Text,  18 |                              If thou speakest not I will fill my heart
1079 Text,  47 |            more and more as the time sped by. ~The sun rose to the
1080 Text,  43 |          unknown skies, greet me and speed along the road. My heart
1081 Text,  24 |             me not force my flagging spirit into a poor preparation
1082 Text,  47 |           the village for barter; we spoke not a word nor smiled; we
1083 Text,  53 |              voice was tired as thou spokest low---'Ah, I am a thirsty
1084 Intro,  2 |             surrender himself to its spontaneity. He often seems to contrast
1085 Intro,  1 |           that he is so abundant, so spontaneous, so daring in his passion,
1086 Text,  99 |              are long passed when my sport was to be tossed on waves. ~
1087 Text,  67 |           why thou lovest it, O thou spotless and serene. And that is
1088 Text,  80 |            art nourishing seeds into sprouts, buds into blossoms, and
1089 Text,  91 |       possess the things that I ever spurned and overlooked. ~
1090 Intro     |             a great philosopher. The squirrels come from the boughs and
1091 Text,  66 |            her flight in, reigns the stainless white radiance. There is
1092 Text,  93 |             with me to take there. I start on my journey with empty
1093 Text,  39 |             with lashes of lightning startle the sky from end to end. ~
1094 Text,  7  |           dress hampers him at every step. ~In fear that it may be
1095 Intro     |             Rabindranath Tagore have stirred my blood as nothing has
1096 Text,  26 |           know not what this is that stirs in me---I know not its meaning. ~
1097 Text,  10 |            the pathmaker is breaking stones. He is with them in sun
1098           | stop
1099 Text,  22 |              Art thou abroad on this stormy night on thy journey of
1100 Text,  6  |              make my life simple and straight, like a flute of reed for
1101 Text,  70 |             away all barren lines of straightness. ~The great pageant of thee
1102 Text,  48 |           love. One plaintive little strain mingled with the great music
1103 Intro,  1 |             not moved because of its strangeness, but because we have met
1104 Text,  51 |      searched in the dawn only for a stray petal or two. ~Ah me, what
1105 Text,  11 |          shrine at the end. ~My eyes strayed far and wide before I shut
1106 Text,  19 |           bloomed, alas, my mind was straying, and I knew it not. My basket
1107 Text,  21 |            wayfarer in this deserted street. Oh my only friend, my best
1108 Intro     |              was it crowded, but the streets were all but impassable
1109 Text,  34 |              Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection; ~
1110 Text,  77 |              been lost.' ~The golden string of their harp snapped, their
1111 Text,  12 |              I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument. ~
1112 Text,  34 |            of truth; ~Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards
1113 Text,  52 |         ecstasy of pain at the final stroke of death; it shines like
1114 Text,  30 |            huge fires and cruel hard strokes. When at last the work was
1115 Intro,  1 |             metaphor and the general structure of their thought---has ceased
1116 Text,  2  |              in thy song, but vainly struggles for a voice. I would speak,
1117 Intro,  1 |            of life, or be carried by students at the university to be
1118 Intro,  1 |       something even of what is most subtle in these verses will have
1119 Intro,  1 |             Indians tell me, full of subtlety of rhythm, of untranslatable
1120 Text,  77 |      unalloyed!' ~But one cried of a sudden---'It seems that somewhere
1121 Text,  46 |          fear lest in the morning he suddenly come to my door when I have
1122 Text,  83 |              loves and desires, into sufferings and joy in human homes;
1123 Text,  97 |           eye shall gaze upon me and summon me in silence. Nothing will
1124 Text,  54 |          with the heat of the midday sun---what if the burning sand
1125 Text,  47 |          delight. ~The repose of the sun-embroidered green gloom slowly spread
1126 Text,  67 |                                  Thy sunbeam comes upon this earth of
1127 Intro,  1 |            painting the dust and the sunlight, and we go for a like voice
1128 Text,  44 |              In the fragrant days of sunny April through the forest
1129 Intro,  1 |             live long. The work of a supreme culture, they yet appear
1130 Intro,  2 |        humbly as though he were only sure his way is best for him: '
1131 Text,  56 |           light. Lilies and jasmines surge up on the crest of the waves
1132 Text,  59 |           how to cast nets. ~The sea surges up with laughter and pale
1133 Text,  47 |          what I had travelled, and I surrendered my mind without struggle
1134 Text,  29 |              from the earth with his swagger; he adds his loud voice
1135 Text,  10 |          stand by him in toil and in sweat of thy brow. ~
1136 Text,  27 |              I have not the heart to sweep away the tinsel that fills
1137 Text,  57 |             wide world, the joy that sweeps in with the tempest, shaking
1138 Text,  74 |             of thy feet. ~The flower sweetens the air with its perfume;
1139 Text,  41 |       listening smile my songs would swell in melodies, free as waves,
1140 Text,  99 |           the fathomless abyss where swells up the music of toneless
1141 Intro,  1 |           the beauty of the lakes of Switzerland, or with the violent rhetoric
1142 Intro,  1 |      well-printed books upon ladies' tables, who turn the pages with
1143 Text,  1  |         across the sea. ~I know thou takest pleasure in my singing.
1144 Text,  101|             there smiling. ~I put my tales of you into lasting songs.
1145 Text,  95 |            is unsurpassable. ~I have tasted of the hidden honey of this
1146 Text,  100|         world. ~It was my songs that taught me all the lessons I ever
1147 Text,  23 |            the coverlet of sleep and tenderly closed the petals of the
1148 Text,  52 |       wrought with uttermost beauty, terrible to behold or think of. ~
1149 Text,  31 |           love which is greater than theirs, and thou keepest me free.
1150 Text,  77 |              smile and whisper among themselves---'Vain is this seeking!
1151 Intro,  1 |            and religion are the same thing, has passed through the
1152 Intro,  2 |            hands, I find pleasure in thinking it hereditary, a mystery
1153 Text,  39 |             fiercely naked---not the thinnest cover of a soft cloud, not
1154 Text,  53 |           water to thee to allay thy thirst will cling to my heart and
1155 Text,  54 |           sand spreads its mantle of thirst--- ~Is there no joy in the
1156 Text,  53 |            spokest low---'Ah, I am a thirsty traveller.' I started up
1157 Intro     |       twenty-fifth year or so to his thirty-fifth perhaps, when he had a great
1158 Text,  54 |          reigning in splendour among thorns? Wake, oh awaken! let not
1159 Intro,  1 |           general structure of their thought---has ceased to hold our
1160 Text,  22 |              depth of gloom art thou threading thy course to come to me,
1161 Intro     |         great men? 'Every morning at three---I know, for I have seen
1162 Text,  94 |             when I first crossed the threshold of this life. ~What was
1163 Text,  95 |         whole body and my limbs have thrilled with his touch who is beyond
1164           | throughout
1165 Text,  57 |            of pain, and the joy that throws everything it has upon the
1166 Text,  44 |          gloom of July nights on the thundering chariot of clouds he comes,
1167 Text,  26 |           burning fire of desire! It thunders and the wind rushes screaming
1168 Text,  63 |            uselessly drifting in the tide. ~In the silence of gathering
1169 Text,  43 |          breeze is sweet. ~From dawn till dusk I sit here before my
1170 Text,  10 |                He is there where the tiller is tilling the hard ground
1171 Text,  10 |            there where the tiller is tilling the hard ground and where
1172 Text,  27 |              heart to sweep away the tinsel that fills my room ~The
1173 Text,  61 |           why flowers are painted in tints---when I give coloured toys
1174 Text,  34 |           the depth of truth; ~Where tireless striving stretches its arms
1175           | together
1176 Text,  51 |              what is it I find? What token left of thy love? It is
1177 Intro     |              their journey.' He then told me of Mr. Tagore's family
1178 Text,  99 |         where swells up the music of toneless strings I shall take this
1179 Text,  36 |             old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth
1180 Text,  22 |            despair. ~I have no sleep tonight. Ever and again I open my
1181 Intro,  1 |            railway trains, or on the top of omnibuses and in restaurants,
1182 Text,  23 |              ended, whose garment is torn and dustladen, whose strength
1183 Text,  100|              about me, searching and touching my world. ~It was my songs
1184 Text,  19 |            my dream and felt a sweet trace of a strange fragrance in
1185 Text,  11 |    wildernesses of worlds leaving my track on many a star and planet. ~
1186 Text,  36 |             heart; and where the old tracks are lost, new country is
1187 Intro,  1 |              grass and the rushes. A tradition, where poetry and religion
1188 Text,  11 |         nearest to thyself, and that training is the most intricate which
1189 Intro,  1 |          days, reading it in railway trains, or on the top of omnibuses
1190 Text,  27 |                    Obstinate are the trammels, but my heart aches when
1191 Intro     |             know no German, yet if a translation of a German poet had moved
1192 Text,  79 |              in a coolness of purity transparent. ~
1193 Text,  47 |              I forgot for what I had travelled, and I surrendered my mind
1194 Intro,  1 |             as the generations pass, travellers will hum them on the highway
1195 Text,  85 |              placing at his feet the treasure of my heart. ~He will go
1196 Text,  54 |            What if the sky pants and trembles with the heat of the midday
1197 Text,  45 |              astir, and a feeling of tremulous joy is passing through my
1198 Text,  35 |             my mind high above daily trifles. ~And give me the strength
1199 Intro,  2 |     centuries like the courtesy of a Tristan or a Pelanore. Indeed, when
1200 Text,  42 |            of joys and sorrows of my trivial days forgotten. ~Thou didst
1201 Intro,  1 |           England, Chaucer wrote his Troilus and Cressida, and thought
1202 Text,  97 |                I will deck thee with trophies, garlands of my defeat.
1203 Text,  50 |             the walls rocked, and it troubled us in our sleep. Only some
1204 Intro     |             his is to forget all the troubles of the world.' I said, '
1205 Text,  24 |         without struggle, resting my trust upon thee. ~Let me not force
1206 Text,  98 |             little puff of wind, and trying to light them I forget all
1207 Text,  29 |            out alone on my way to my tryst. But who is this that follows
1208 Text,  14 |       morning air the golden harp is tuned, honour me, commanding my
1209 Text,  32 |            sacred shrine, strong and turbulent, and snatch with unholy
1210 Text,  65 |           door and asked for her and turned away in despair. ~There
1211 Intro     |              in his garden; from his twenty-fifth year or so to his thirty-fifth
1212 Text,  57 |         grass, the joy that sets the twin brothers, life and death,
1213 Text,  51 |            thy bed. The morning bird twitters and asks, 'Woman, what hast
1214 Text,  77 |       picture of perfection! the joy unalloyed!' ~But one cried of a sudden---'
1215 Text,  49 |         waiting for alms to be given unasked and for wealth scattered
1216 Text,  13 |         gifts that thou gavest to me unasked---this sky and the light,
1217 Intro,  1 |             claim that we have made, unavailingly on the woman that we have
1218 Text,  77 |          From that day the search is unceasing for her, and the cry goes
1219 Text,  13 |              me from perils of weak, uncertain desire. ~
1220 Text,  8  |            not thy gifts through its unclean hands. Accept only what
1221 Text,  97 |          never in my power to escape unconquered. ~I surely know my pride
1222 Text,  37 |              thus in the depth of my unconsciousness rings the cry---'I want
1223 Text,  49 |             I was confused and stood undecided, and then from my wallet
1224 Intro,  1 |         music for his words, and one understands at every moment that he
1225 Text,  74 |             and yet run back to thee undiminished. ~The river has its everyday
1226 Text,  62 |       brother of the stranger. ~I am uneasy at heart when I have to
1227 Text,  62 |             with bonds of joy to the unfamiliar. ~When one knows thee, then
1228 Text,  19 |              and the flower remained unheeded. ~Only now and again a sadness
1229 Text,  32 |           turbulent, and snatch with unholy greed the offerings from
1230 Text,  8  |       touches with its breath. It is unholy---take not thy gifts through
1231 Text,  86 |          touch in the allness of the universe. ~
1232 Intro,  1 |           carried by students at the university to be laid aside when the
1233 Intro,  1 |           gathering from learned and unlearned metaphor and emotion, and
1234 Text,  87 |          worship goes away with lamp unlit. ~Many new images are built
1235 Intro,  1 |            has never seemed strange, unnatural, or in need of defence.
1236 Text,  53 |             the cuckoo sang from the unseen dark, and perfume of babla
1237 Text,  102|          hung low with its burden of unshed showers let all my mind
1238 Text,  12 |             days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument. ~The time
1239 Text,  12 |          that I came to sing remains unsung to this day. ~I have spent
1240 Text,  95 |             that what I have seen is unsurpassable. ~I have tasted of the hidden
1241 Text,  88 |             are there. But I have my untimely leave in the middle of the
1242 Intro,  1 |            of subtlety of rhythm, of untranslatable delicacies of colour, of
1243 Text,  3  |           shall ever try to keep all untruths out from my thoughts, knowing
1244 Text,  87 |            the ruined temple remains unworshipped in deathless neglect. ~
1245 Text,  53 |           asked nothing from thee; I uttered not my name to thine ear.
1246 Text,  52 |             thunder, is wrought with uttermost beauty, terrible to behold
1247 Text,  87 |          desolate dwelling comes the vagrant spring breeze. It brings
1248 Text,  39 |             of a soft cloud, not the vaguest hint of a distant cool shower. ~
1249 Text,  2  |             to join in thy song, but vainly struggles for a voice. I
1250 Text,  86 |      eternity from which nothing can vanish---no hope, no happiness,
1251 Text,  47 |         looked back nor rested; they vanished in the distant blue haze.
1252 Text,  60 |           moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there
1253 Text,  6  |             thy whispers. ~My poet's vanity dies in shame before thy
1254 Text,  79 |          touch has not yet melted my vapour, making me one with thy
1255 Text,  72 |         fresh draught of thy wine of various colours and fragrance, filling
1256 Text,  65 |             she who never opened her veils in the morning light, will
1257 Text,  68 |            life that runs through my veins night and day runs through
1258 Text,  31 |             I forget them they never venture to leave me alone. But day
1259 Text,  70 |           thee and me all the air is vibrant, and all ages pass with
1260 Text,  51 |             world, and thou shalt be victorious in all my strife. Thou hast
1261 Text,  18 |           like the night with starry vigil and its head bent low with
1262 Intro     |         propagandist writing. In the villages they recite long mythological
1263 Text,  87 |        temple! The broken strings of Vina sing no more your praise.
1264 Text,  89 |          empty hands. ~All the sweet vintage of all my autumn days and
1265 Text,  54 |              path, in the country of virgin solitude, my friend is sitting
1266 Text,  52 |          wings of the divine bird of Vishnu, perfectly poised in the
1267 Intro     |             men's thought a sense of visible beauty and meaning as though
1268 Text,  86 |            no hope, no happiness, no vision of a face seen through tears. ~
1269 Text,  61 |           waves send their chorus of voices to the heart of the listening
1270 Intro,  1 |             exaltation to consider a voluntary forsaking; but how can we,
1271 Intro,  2 |              not how to cast nets.' ~W.B. YEATS September 1912 ~
1272 Text,  17 |            sky, and my heart wanders wailing with the restless wind. ~
1273 Intro,  1 |              image, as though we had walked in Rossetti's willow wood,
1274 Text,  49 |          undecided, and then from my wallet I slowly took out the least
1275 Text,  11 |              his own, and one has to wander through all the outer worlds
1276 Text,  63 |             stream when the daylight wanes in the west.' I stood alone
1277 Text,  79 |           with gold, float it on the wanton wind and spread it in varied
1278 Intro     |             life was not a continual warfare, we would not have taste,
1279 Text,  74 |             stream winds towards the washing of thy feet. ~The flower
1280 Text,  21 |         silent as night, eluding all watchers. ~Today the morning has
1281 Text,  51 |         spices, nor vase of perfumed water---it is thy dreadful sword. ~
1282 Text,  76 |            not plunge into the great waters of life. ~
1283 Text,  21 |         house. Thou art the solitary wayfarer in this deserted street.
1284 Text,  43 |             to wait and watch at the wayside where shadow chases light
1285 Text,  13 |             saving me from perils of weak, uncertain desire. ~
1286 Text,  46 |            when I have fallen asleep wearied out. Oh friends, leave the
1287 Text,  87 |           with the gloom of dust, he wearily comes back to the ruined
1288 Text,  53 |              with us, the morning is wearing on to noon.' But I languidly
1289 Text,  47 |           that the path was long and wearisome, and the struggle to reach
1290 Intro,  1 |           read-brown clothes that he wears that dust may not show upon
1291 Text,  99 |              to harbour with this my weather-beaten boat. The days are long
1292 Text,  71 |              and pain. ~He it is who weaves the web of this maya in
1293 Text,  64 |       eternal harmony? ~Thy world is weaving words in my mind and thy
1294 Text,  71 |              He it is who weaves the web of this maya in evanescent
1295 Text,  40 |            only I who would wait and weep and wear out my heart in
1296 Intro,  2 |       fashion, and have more seeming weight in the world, and always
1297 Text,  85 |              gates and bow to him my welcome. It is thy messenger who
1298 Intro     |               I may have changed his well-chosen words in my memory but not
1299 Intro,  1 |        verses will not lie in little well-printed books upon ladies' tables,
1300 Text,  49 |            the poor heap. I bitterly wept and wished that I had had
1301 Text,  96 |            never questioned who thou wert. I knew nor shyness nor
1302 Text,  66 |              golden pitcher from the western ocean of rest. ~But there,
1303           | whatever
1304           | whenever
1305           | wherein
1306           | whether
1307 Intro,  1 |        unbroken, if that common mind which---as one divines---runs through
1308 Text,  69 |           and lost and broken in the whirl of this fearful joy? ~All
1309 Text,  47 |           Withered leaves danced and whirled in the hot air of noon.
1310 Text,  41 |              Early in the day it was whispered that we should sail in a
1311 Text,  17 |             face, if thou leavest me wholly aside, I know not how I
1312 Text,  11 |        pursued my voyage through the wildernesses of worlds leaving my track
1313 Intro,  1 |          voice to St. Francis and to William Blake who have seemed so
1314 Intro,  1 |             had walked in Rossetti's willow wood, or heard, perhaps
1315 Text,  89 |          will knock at thy door what wilt thou offer to him? ~Oh,
1316 Text,  65 |             have wooed yet failed to win her; persuasion has stretched
1317 Text,  74 |             yet its incessant stream winds towards the washing of thy
1318 Text,  72 |             the fresh draught of thy wine of various colours and fragrance,
1319 Text,  98 |           and again. ~But I shall be wise this time and wait in the
1320 Text,  49 |            heap. I bitterly wept and wished that I had had the heart
1321 Text,  12 |           only there is the agony of wishing in my heart. ~The blossom
1322 Text,  82 |            is for thee to give or to withhold them. But this my sorrow
1323 Text,  53 |            tree fell aslant, and the women had gone home with their
1324 Text,  49 |          like a gorgeous dream and I wondered who was this King of all
1325 Text,  70 |              it thy seat is woven in wondrous mysteries of curves, casting
1326 Intro,  1 |          walked in Rossetti's willow wood, or heard, perhaps for the
1327 Text,  21 |          ever-wakeful blue sky. ~The woodlands have hushed their songs,
1328 Intro,  1 |       exploration of the pathways of woods, in our delight in the lonely
1329 Text,  65 |              final song. ~Words have wooed yet failed to win her; persuasion
1330 Text,  30 |    undisturbed. Thus night and day I worked at the chain with huge fires
1331 Text,  56 |                 Light, my light, the world-filling light, the eye-kissing light,
1332 Text,  87 |           are offered no more. ~Your worshipper of old wanders ever longing
1333 Text,  67 |               With fond delight thou wrappest about thy starry breast
1334 Text,  23 |           upon me, even as thou hast wrapt the earth with the coverlet
1335 Text,  39 |              the day of the father's wrath. ~
1336 Text,  50 |          where are lights, where are wreaths? Where is the throne to
1337 Text,  59 |              pathless sky, ships get wrecked in the trackless water,
1338 Intro,  2 |                                   We write long books where no page
1339 Intro,  1 |          like Chaucer's forerunners, writes music for his words, and
1340 Intro,  1 |         Cressida, and thought he had written to be read, or to be read
1341 Intro     |        garden; from his twenty-fifth year or so to his thirty-fifth
1342 Intro,  2 |             how to cast nets.' ~W.B. YEATS September 1912 ~
1343 Text,  20 |           bank in the shady lane the yellow leaves flutter and fall. ~
1344           | yours
1345 Intro,  1 |              may bathe and renew its youth. At every moment the heart