W.B. Yeats (1865–1939). The Wind Among the Reeds. 1899.
Index of First Lines
- All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old
- Although you hide in the ebb and flow
- Be you still, be you still, trembling heart
- Cumhal called out, bending his head
- Danann children laugh, in cradles of wrought gold, The
- Dews drop slowly and dreams gather: unknown spears, The
- Do you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns!
- Far off, most secret, and inviolate Rose
- Fasten your hair with a golden pin
- Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths
- Half close your eyelids, loosen your hair
- Host is riding from Knocknarea, The
- I bring you with reverent hands
- I dreamed that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs
- If this importunate heart trouble your peace
- I have drunk ale from the Country of the Young
- I hear the Shadowy Horses, their long manes a-shake
- I rise in the dawn, and I kneel and blow
- I wander by the edge
- I went out to the hazel wood
- Jester walked in the garden, The
- O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes
- O, colleens, kneeling by your altar rails long hence
- O, curlew, cry no more in the air
- O’Driscoll drove with a song
- O sweet everlasting Voices be still
- Out-worn heart, in a time out-worn
- O what to me the little room
- O where is our Mother of Peace
- Pale brows, still hands and dim hair
- Powers whose name and shape no living creature knows, The
- Though you are in your shining days
- Time drops in decay
- Were you but lying cold and dead
- When I play on my fiddle in Dooney
- When my arms wrap you round I press
- When the flaming lute-thronged angelic door is wide