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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