TO A SHADE

by: W. B. Yeats (1865-1939)

      F you have revisited the town, thin Shade,
      Whether to look upon your monument
      (I wonder if the builder has been paid)
      Or happier-thoughted when the day is spent
      To drink of that salt breath out of the sea
      When grey gulls flit about instead of men,
      And the gaunt houses put on majesty:
      Let these content you and be gone again;
      For they are at their old tricks yet.
       
      A man
      Of your own passionate serving kind who had brought
      In his full hands what, had they only known,
      Had given their children's children loftier thought,
      Sweeter emotion, working in their veins
      Like gentle blood, has been driven from the place,
      And insult heaped upon him for his pains,
      And for his open-handedness, disgrace;
      Your enemy, an old foul mouth, had set
      The pack upon him.
       
      Go, unquiet wanderer,
      And gather the Glasnevin coverlet
      About your head till the dust stops your ear,
      The time for you to taste of that salt breath
      And listen at the corners has not come;
      You had enough of sorrow before death--
      Away, away! You are safer in the tomb.
       
      September 29, 1913

"To a Shade" is reprinted from Responsibilities. W.B. Yeats. New York: Macmillan, 1916.

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