We are half-way through our month with the poetry of W.B. Yeats, and so many good poems have come out of it so far!
Today’s quote is from the ‘The Rose of Battle’.
‘You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled
Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring
The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.’ —W.B. Yeats
Listening for night music
It is dark in this place though the sun shines,
Bleak as a harrowed and harrowing sea,
We watch for the glimmer of moonlight,
For the false daylight glitter we flee.
The shadows too sharp in the morning,
Too flat with no depth, let us roam
In the twilight of dusk and of dawning,
With the furtive folk hurrying home.
We watch for the kindness of darkness,
Listen for that far, singing phrase
Of the music the fair ones are making,
And will make to the end of our days.