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FERGUS AND THE DRUID

FERGUS AND THE DRUID
THE ROSE 1893 By William Butler Yeats poem lyrics. Easy summary meaning. Selected sweat best popular poem for School and college student

               


            Fergus: This whole day have I followed in the rocks, And you have changed and flowed from shape to shape, First as a raven on whose ancient wings

Scarcely a feather lingered, then you seemed

 

A weasel moving on from stone to stone,

 

And now at last you wear a human shape,

 

A thin grey man half lost in gathering night.

 

Druid:    What would you, king of the proud

 

Red Branch kings?

 

Fergus:   This would I Say, most wise of living souls:

 

Young subtle Conchubar sat close by me

 

When I gave judgment, and his words were wise,

 

And what to me was burden without end,

 

To him seemed easy, So I laid the crown

 

Upon his head to cast away my sorrow.

 

Druid:    What would you, king of the proud

 

Red Branch kings?

 

Fergus:   A king and proud! and that is my despair.

 

I feast amid my people on the hill,

 

And pace the woods, and drive my chariot-wheels

 

In the white border of the murmuring sea;

 

And still I feel the crown upon my head

 

Druid:    What would you, Fergus?

 

Fergus:                                                                    Be no more a king

 

But learn the dreaming wisdom that is yours.

 

Druid:    Look on my thin grey hair and hollow cheeks

 

And on these hands that may not lift the sword,

 

This body trembling like a wind-blown reed.

 

No woman's loved me, no man sought my help.

 

Fergus:   A king is but a foolish labourer

 

Who wastes his blood to be another's dream.

 

Druid:    Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams;

Fergus:   I See my life go drifting like a river

 

From change to change; I have been many things -

 

A green drop in the surge, a gleam of light

 

Upon a sword, a fir-tree on a hill,

 

An old slave grinding at a heavy quern,

 

A king sitting upon a chair of gold -

 

And all these things were wonderful and great;

 

But now I have grown nothing, knowing all.

 

Ah! Druid, Druid, how great webs of sorrow

Lay hidden in the small slate-coloured thing!

 

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