Who talks of Plato's spindle;
What set it whirling round?
Eternity may dwindle,
Time is unwound,
Dan and Jerry Lout
Change their loves about.
However they may take it,
Before the thread began
I made, and may not break it
When the last thread has run,
A bargain with that hair
And all the windings there.
More verses by William Butler Yeats
- He Hears The Cry Of The Sedge
- The Double Vision Of Michael Robartes
- Responsibilities - Introduction
- The Lover's Song
- Shepherd And Goatherd