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Title: In The Seven Woods
Being Poems Chiefly of the Irish Heroic Age

Author: William Butler (W.B.) Yeats

Release Date: December 11, 2009 [EBook #30652]

Language: English

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IN THE SEVEN WOODS

BY THE SAME WRITER

THE SECRET ROSE
THE CELTIC TWILIGHT
POEMS
THE WIND AMONG THE REEDS
THE SHADOWY WATERS
IDEAS OF GOOD AND EVIL

IN THE SEVEN WOODS

Being Poems Chiefly of the
Irish Heroic Age

BY

W. B. YEATS

New York

THE MACMILLAN COMPANY
LONDON: MACMILLAN & CO., LTD.

1903

_All rights reserved_

COPYRIGHT, 1903,
BY THE MACMILLAN COMPANY.

Set up, electrotyped, and published August, 1903.

Norwood Press
J. S. Cushing & Co.--Berwick & Smith Co.
Norwood, Mass. U.S.A.

IN THE SEVEN WOODS

IN THE SEVEN WOODS: BEING
POEMS CHIEFLY OF THE
IRISH HEROIC AGE.

IN THE SEVEN WOODS.

I have heard the pigeons of the Seven Woods
Make their faint thunder, and the garden bees
Hum in the lime tree flowers; and put away
The unavailing outcries and the old bitterness
That empty the heart. I have forgot awhile
Tara uprooted, and new commonness
Upon the throne and crying about the streets
And hanging its paper flowers from post to post,
Because it is alone of all things happy.
I am contented for I know that Quiet
Wanders laughing and eating her wild heart
Among pigeons and bees, while that Great Archer,
Who but awaits His hour to shoot, still hangs
A cloudy quiver over Parc-na-Lee.

August, 1902.

THE OLD AGE OF QUEEN MAEVE.

Maeve the great queen was pacing to and fro,
Between the walls covered with beaten bronze,
In her high house at Cruachan; the long hearth,
Flickering with ash and