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Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.

The Cap and Bells

William Butler Yeats (1865–1939)

A JESTER walk’d in the garden:

The garden had fallen still;

He bade his soul rise upward

And stand on her window-sill.

It rose in a straight blue garment,

When owls began to call:

It had grown wise-tongued by thinking

Of a quiet and light footfall;

But the young queen would not listen;

She rose in her pale night gown;

She drew in the heavy casement

And push’d the latches down.

He bade his heart go to her,

When the owls call’d out no more:

In a red and quivering garment

It sang to her through the door.

It had grown sweet-tongued by dreaming

Of a flutter of flower-like hair;

But she took up her fan from the table

And waved it off on the air.

‘I have cap and bells,’ he ponder’d,

‘I will send them to her and die’;

And when the morning whiten’d

He left them where she went by.

She laid them upon her bosom,

Under a cloud of her hair,

And her red lips sang them a love song,

Till stars grew out of the air.

She open’d her door and her window,

And the heart and the soul came through,

To her right hand came the red one,

To her left hand came the blue.

They set up a noise like crickets,

A chattering wise and sweet,

And her hair was a folded flower,

And the quiet of love in her feet.