From pleasure of the bed,
Dull as a worm,
His rod and its butting head
Limp as a worm,
His spirit that has fled
Blind as a worm.
More verses by William Butler Yeats
- A Statesman's Holiday
- Come Gather Round Me, Parnellites
- The Cap And Bells
- Narrative And Dramatic The Wanderings Of Oisin
- Quarrel In Old Age