IN THE SEVEN WOODS

by: William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

      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 Pairc-na-lee.

"In the Seven Woods" is reprinted from In the Seven Woods. W.B. Yeats. New York: Macmillan, 1903.

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