A month with Yeats: Day Four

I must remember to add the source poem. This is another piece from ‘To some I have talked with by the fire’.

“…till the morning break
And the white hush end all but the loud beat
Of their long wings, the flash of their white feet.” W.B. Yeats

The ineffable host


In the rushy wind we hear them,

In the voices of the night.

They answer the hesitant moonlight

With laughter, sharp and white.

They ride the horses of darkness

Across the midnight plain,

And they snatch away our dreamings

And leave us only pain.

The fairy folk are riding,

For spurs, the north wind’s bite,

And the morning seems so far away,

No help in the moon’s frail light.

They are gone in the swoop of the screech owl,

With the dying of the night,

Taking their pale, white beauty,

Far from our mortal sight.


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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

75 thoughts on “A month with Yeats: Day Four”

  1. Jane, this is wonderful. I did not have time to read this morning as I was busy running around doing weekend chores. If I would have read this before, I would not have posted mine today as I was in a hurry.

  2. Well this is certainly a challenge of a quote! You are carrying the Yeats flame high my dear. This is certainly moody and magical. I love the imagery you evoke! I’m running behind- yesterday I played tour guide to cousins here for the day, but they saw more of Paris than people normally see on a weeks trip! I might have broken their legs slightly with all the walking but everything has its pros and cons! Okay- time to face your challenge now!!!

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