A Month with Yeats: Day Ten

A third of the way through, today’s quote is from ‘The Host of the Air.’

‘And he saw how the reeds grew dark
At the coming of night-tide,’  W.B. Yeats.


In the rushes by the bank, she glides,

The swan on the empty lake,

From the gold-tipped points of morning

To the dusk where shadows break,

And she lays her long neck sadly

In the hollow of her wings,

For the tide brings only night time

And the dark, when no bird sings.


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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.

48 thoughts on “A Month with Yeats: Day Ten”

  1. Lovely, but sad–the lonely swan.
    There’s a nice rhythm to this, too. 🙂

    Thank you, Jane, for doing this “challenge.” I’m really enjoying it. I can’t keep up with all the challenges, but I do love this one!

      1. From this side of the water, it looks as though you’re bombarded with it all the time. We have our ignorant bigots too, but at least they’re not in power and since the election, they’ve gone very quiet.

  2. This one is so beautiful Jane. You captured the melancholy mood very well and the photo / painting to go with it.
    Scrolling down your the comments ( not reading ), I saw mention of swamp somewhere there. That’s what was in my mind but don’t want to think of swamp before lunch☺

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