Tuesday, May 24, 2016

The Rose And The Gold Have Lined His Mind

[to William Butler Yeats]

the rose and the gold had lined his mind
far from the cries of human kind.
the rose and the gold.

and twining through his verses glowed
the hues of Beauty as she goes
of rose, old gold, the living streams

within, without

no bartered dreams.
oh poet of the long agos
while here, our doorsteps fill

with snows
through you we sing and not by rote
the Irish summer linnet's note;

the wild myths' ocean all before
our dreaming hearts
that dreamed before

and will again
if words we keep
like angels watching

your long sleep.

mary angela douglas 24 may 2016