Today’s quote if from ‘To Ireland in the Coming Times’. I think the following lines have inspired a sonnet. I find this a hard form to write, but this one came without trying.
‘That you, in the dim coming times,
May know how my heart went with them
After the red-rose-bordered hem.’ —W.B. Yeats
She justifies her chosen path
I have never done as much to lift the gloom,
As the robin singing in the hedge,
Nor shouted against the thin-lipped crowd,
From this place away from wave-beaten edge,
Louder than the dog that bays the moon.
I have watched them go, the children,
To fight their wars, nor held their hands,
And begged them think of the mothers,
Crying in all those distant lands.
When I leave, with empty hands and heart,
Show them, who look to lay the blame,
This rose, this unturned field, this place apart,
And tell them I followed the deer’s quick grace,
And the dreams that have filled this quiet place.