His Dream

I swayed upon the gaudy stem
The butt-end of a steering-oar,
And saw wherever I could turn
A crowd upon a shore.

And though I would have hushed the crowd,
There was no mother's son but said,
"What is the figure in a shroud
Upon a gaudy bed?'

And after running at the brim
Cried out upon that thing beneath
- It had such dignity of limb -
By the sweet name of Death.

Though I'd my finger on my lip,
What could I but take up the song?
And running crowd and gaudy ship
Cried out the whole night long,

Crying amid the glittering sea,
Naming it with ecstatic breath,
Because it had such dignity,
By the sweet name of Death.

by William Butler Yeats

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Fantastic poem...................
Awesome workpiece..loved it!!
It is a marvellous poem. Thanks for sharing.
(Nature by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.) **Analogy, comparing nature and death with the nightly recess of a child as imposed by its mother.
.....much to contemplate in this beautiful verse ★
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