In Search of Yeats

Oceans wend and eyes lift to the faded summer moon, like a dried water spot on the morning sky Here now on the edge of a princely river Cast a cold Eye Over hills that shadow Drumcliff and the run of the wild boar Stone walls smuggle narrow lanes and wandering breath Devenir un sujet de discorde On Life, on Death In the absence of women and men and conventional phrase Below hazel crosses and where fickle winds cry We gather unknowing of those before Horseman pass by Cast a cold Eye On Life, on Death Horseman pass by William Butler Yeats, as inscribed on his grave site.