THE brawling of a sparrow in the
eaves,
The brilliant moon and all the milky
sky,
And all that famous harmony of leaves,
Had blotted out man's image and his
cry.
A girl arose that had red mournful lips
And seemed the greatness of the world
in tears,
Doomed like Odysseus and the
labouring ships
And proud as Priam murdered with his
peers;
Arose, and on the instant clamorous
eaves,
A climbing moon upon an empty sky,
And all that lamentation of the leaves,
Could but compose man's image and
his cry.
by William Butler Yeats
eaves,
The brilliant moon and all the milky
sky,
And all that famous harmony of leaves,
Had blotted out man's image and his
cry.
A girl arose that had red mournful lips
And seemed the greatness of the world
in tears,
Doomed like Odysseus and the
labouring ships
And proud as Priam murdered with his
peers;
Arose, and on the instant clamorous
eaves,
A climbing moon upon an empty sky,
And all that lamentation of the leaves,
Could but compose man's image and
his cry.
by William Butler Yeats
