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    The Wind Among the Reeds
    The Wind Among the Reeds
    The Wind Among the Reeds
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    The Wind Among the Reeds

    By W. B. (William Butler) Yeats

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    Release dateAug 26, 2011
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      I think I am done with Yeats for the moment -- there were a lot of poems in this collection I felt I should like but none of them really connected with me.
    • 4/5
      Being a very short early collection of poems from the justly celebrated poet. These poems definitely concentrate on affairs of the heart and the triumphs and tragedies which eventuate therefrom. The collection doesn't include any of the very familiar poems which are frequently anthologized, though I nosed around a bit and found that some have received musical settings. These are good poems, if a little unspectacular.

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    Title: The Wind Among the Reeds

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    The Wind Among the Reeds

    The WIND AMONG

    THE REEDS

    By

    WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

    LONDON  ·  ELKIN MATHEWS

    VIGO STREET  ·  W  ·  MDCCCCIII

    FOURTH EDITION.

    THE HOSTING OF THE SIDHE

    The host is riding from Knocknarea

    And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare;

    Caolte tossing his burning hair

    And Niamh calling Away, come away:

    Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

    The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round,

    Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound,

    Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam,

    Our arms are waving, our lips are apart;

    And if any gaze on our rushing band,

    We come between him and the deed of his hand,

    We come between him and the hope of his heart.

    The host is rushing 'twixt night and day,

    And where is there hope or deed as fair?

    Caolte tossing his burning hair,

    And Niamh calling Away, come away.

    THE EVERLASTING VOICES

    O sweet everlasting Voices be still;

    Go to the guards of the heavenly fold

    And bid them wander obeying your will

    Flame under flame, till Time be no more;

    Have you not heard that our hearts are old,

    That you call in birds, in wind on the hill,

    In shaken boughs, in tide on the shore?

    O sweet everlasting Voices be still.

    THE MOODS

    Time drops in decay,

    Like a candle burnt out,

    And the mountains and woods

    Have their day, have their day;

    What one in the rout

    Of the fire-born moods,

    Has fallen away?

    AEDH TELLS OF THE ROSE IN HIS HEART

    All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old,

    The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart,

    The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould,

    Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.

    The wrong of unshapely things is a wrong too great to be told;

    I hunger to build them anew and sit on a green knoll apart,

    With the earth and the sky and the water, remade, like a casket of gold

    For my dreams of your image that blossoms a rose in the

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