The Meditation Of The Old Fisherman

YOU waves, though you dance by my feet like children at play,
Though you glow and you glance, though you purr and you dart;
In the Junes that were warmer than these are, the waves were more gay,
When I was a boy with never a crack in my heart.
The herring are not in the tides as they were of old;
My sorrow! for many a creak gave the creel in the-cart
That carried the take to Sligo town to be sold,
When I was a boy with never a crack in my heart.
And ah, you proud maiden, you are not so fair when his oar
Is heard on the water, as they were, the proud and apart,
Who paced in the eve by the nets on the pebbly shore,
When I was a boy with never a crack in my heart.

by William Butler Yeats

Comments (4)

Beautiful Awakening Bestowing Thank you dear Angela Morgan❤️
I first became aware of this poem by way of Reading the writings of Napoleon Hill; in particular...., The Law of Success. This poem is Very Special to Me because generally speaking, it describes the Spirit's processes and development. I use it as a part of my meditational reading when I arise in the morning. I can feel ever so closely with this poem because it mirrors my experiences up to this point in my life. The Philosopher.
when nature wants a man. a beautiful poem. so true n honest
Here's a poem i'll always hold dear to my heart.