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Sailing To Byzantium by William Butler Yeats - Read by Denys Hawthorne
Sailing To Byzantium by William Butler Yeats - Read by Denys Hawthorne
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping, with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
-W.B. Yeats
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We sat grown quiet at the name of love;
We saw the last embers of daylight die,
And in the trembling blue-green of the sky
A moon, worn as if it had been a shell
Washed by time’s waters as they rose and fell
About the stars and broke in days and years.
I had a thought for no one’s but your ears:
That you were beautiful, and that I strove
To love you in the old high ways of love;
That it had all seemed happy, and yet we’d grown
As weary-hearted as that hollow moon.
- W.B. Yeats, “Adam’s Curse”
Excerpts from the notebook of W.B. Yeats, writer and member of the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn.
by W.B. Yeats
I whispered, ‘I am too young.’
And then, 'I am old enough’;
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
'Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair.’
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.
O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.”—William Butler Yeats (b. 13 June 1865)