William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс)

Her Triumph

I did the dragon's will until you came
Because I had fancied love a casual
Improvisation, or a settled game
That followed if I let the kerchief fall:
Those deeds were best that gave the minute wings
And heavenly music if they gave it wit;
And then you stood among the dragon-rings.
I mocked, being crazy, but you mastered it
And broke the chain and set my ankles free,
Saint George or else a pagan Perseus;
And now we stare astonished at the sea,
And a miraculous strange bird shrieks at us. 

William Butler Yeats’s other poems:

  1. In Memory of Alfred Pollexfen
  2. Under Ben Bulben
  3. To Be Carved on a Stone at Ballylee
  4. The Municipal Gallery Revisited
  5. Maid Quiet




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