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THE SONG OF THE HAPPY SHEPHERD

THE SONG OF THE HAPPY SHEPHERD
William Butler Yeats poem lyrics. Easy summary meaning. Selected sweat best popular poem for School and college student

 

THE woods of Arcady are dead,

 

And over is their antique joy;

 

Of old the world on dreaming fed;

 

Grey Truth is now her painted toy;

 

Yet still she turns her restless head:

 

But O, sick children of the world,

 

Of all the many changing things

 

In dreary dancing past us whirled,

 

To the cracked tune that Chronos sings,

 

Words alone are certain good.

 

Where are now the warring kings,

 

Word be-mockers? - By the Rood,

 

Where are now the watring kings?

 

An idle word is now their glory,

 

By the stammering schoolboy said,

 

Reading some entangled story:

 

The kings of the old time are dead;

 

The wandering earth herself may be

 

Only a sudden flaming word,

 

In clanging space a moment heard,

 

Troubling the endless reverie.

 

Then nowise worship dusty deeds,

 

Nor seek, for this is also sooth,

 

To hunger fiercely after truth,

 

Lest all thy toiling only breeds

 

New dreams, new dreams; there is no truth

 

Saving in thine own heart. Seek, then,

 

No learning from the starry men,

 

Who follow with the optic glass

 

The whirling ways of stars that pass -

 

Seek, then, for this is also sooth,

 

No word of theirs - the cold star-bane

 

Has cloven and rent their hearts in twain,

Go gather by the humming sea

 

Some twisted, echo-harbouring shell.

 

And to its lips thy story tell,

 

And they thy comforters will be.

 

Rewording in melodious guile

 

Thy fretful words a little while,

 

Till they shall singing fade in ruth

 

And die a pearly brotherhood;

 

For words alone are certain good:

 

Sing, then, for this is also sooth.

 

I must be gone: there is a grave

 

Where daffodil and lily wave,

 

And I would please the hapless faun,

 

Buried under the sleepy ground,

 

With mirthful songs before the dawn.

 

His shouting days with mirth were crowned;

 

And still I dream he treads the lawn,

 

Walking ghostly in the dew,

 

Pierced by my glad singing through,

 

My songs of old earth's dreamy youth:

 

But ah! she dreams not now; dream thou!

 

For fair are poppies on the brow:

 

Dream, dream, for this is also sooth.

 

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