Once, when midnight smote the air,
Eunuchs ran through Hell and met
On every crowded street to stare
Upon great Juan riding by:
Even like these to rail and sweat
Staring upon his sinewy thigh.
More verses by William Butler Yeats
- The Song Of The Happy Shepherd
- To Ireland In The Coming Times
- The Rose Of Battle
- The Living Beauty
- The Rose In The Deeps Of His Heart