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

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THE MAN WHO DREAMED OF FAERYLAND

THE MAN WHO DREAMED OF FAERYLAND
THE ROSE 1893 By William Butler Yeats poem lyrics. Easy summary meaning. Selected sweat best popular poem for School and college student

THE MAN WHO DREAMED OF FAERYLAND

 

 

HE stood among a crowd at Dromahair;

 

His heart hung all upon a silken dress,

 

And he had known at last some tenderness,

 

Before earth took him to her stony care;

 

But when a man poured fish into a pile,

It Seemed they raised their little silver heads,

 

And sang what gold morning or evening sheds

 

Upon a woven world-forgotten isle

 

Where people love beside the ravelled seas;

 

That Time can never mar a lover's vows

 

Under that woven changeless roof of boughs:

 

The singing shook him out of his new ease.

 

He wandered by the sands of Lissadell;

 

His mind ran all on money cares and fears,

 

And he had known at last some prudent years

 

Before they heaped his grave under the hill;

 

But while he passed before a plashy place,

 

A lug-worm with its grey and muddy mouth

 

Sang that somewhere to north or west or south

 

There dwelt a gay, exulting, gentle race

 

Under the golden or the silver skies;

 

That if a dancer stayed his hungry foot

 

It seemed the sun and moon were in the fruit:

 

And at that singing he was no more wise.

 

He mused beside the well of Scanavin,

 

He mused upon his mockers: without fail

 

His sudden vengeance were a country tale,

 

When earthy night had drunk his body in;

 

But one small knot-grass growing by the pool

 

Sang where - unnecessary cruel voice -

 

Old silence bids its chosen race rejoice,

 

Whatever ravelled waters rise and fall

 

Or stormy silver fret the gold of day,

 

And midnight there enfold them like a fleece

 

And lover there by lover be at peace.

 

The tale drove his fine angry mood away.

 

He slept under the hill of Lugnagall;

 

And might have known at last unhaunted sleep

 

Under that cold and vapour-turbaned steep,

Now that the earth had taken man and all:

Did not the worms that spired about his bones

 

Proclaim with that unwearied, reedy cry

 

That God has laid His fingers on the sky,

 

That from those fingers glittering summer runs

 

Upon the dancer by the dreamless wave.

 

Why should those lovers that no lovers miss

 

Dream, until God burn Nature with a kiss?

 

The man has found no comfort in the grave.

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