WHERE has Maid Quiet gone to,
Nodding her russet hood?
The winds that awakened the stars
Are blowing through my blood.
O how could I be so calm
When she rose up to depart?
Now words that called up the lightning
Are hurtling through my heart.
More verses by William Butler Yeats
- On A Political Prisoner
- He Mourns For The Change That Has Come Upon Him And His Beloved, And Longs For The End Of The World
- In Memory Of Major Robert Gregory