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He Thinks Of His Past Greatness When A Part Of The Constellations Of Heaven
(13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)

He Thinks Of His Past Greatness When A Part Of The Constellations Of Heaven

Poem By William Butler Yeats

I HAVE drunk ale from the Country of the Young
And weep because I know all things now:
I have been a hazel-tree, and they hung
The Pilot Star and the Crooked Plough
Among my leaves in times out of mind:
I became a rush that horses tread:
I became a man, a hater of the wind,
Knowing one, out of all things, alone, that his head
May not lie on the breast nor his lips on thc hair
Of the woman that he loves, until he dies.
O beast of the wilderness, bird of the air,
Must I endure your amorous cries?

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This lovely poem opens with a strange couplet: I HAVE drunk ale from the Country of the Young And weep because I know all things now“ and goes on to capture “all things”... The poem, although so small, unfolds in its beauty.. to close with these lines “Must I endure your amorous cries? ” Great! ! !


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