SHY one, Shy one,
Shy one of my heart,
She moves in the firelight
pensively apart.
She carries in the dishes,
And lays them in a row.
To an isle in the water
With her would I go.
With catries in the candles,
And lights the curtained room,
Shy in the doorway
And shy in the gloom;
And shy as a rabbit,
Helpful and shy.
To an isle in the water
With her would I fly.
More verses by William Butler Yeats
- The Attack On ‘the Playboy Of The Western World,’ 1907
- Three Marching Songs
- Shepherd And Goatheard
- To A Young Girl
- The Leaders Of The Crowd