Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WITHERING OF THE BOUGHS, by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I cried when the moon was murmuring to the birds Last Line: The boughs have withered because I have told them my dreams. Alternate Author Name(s): Yeats, W. B. Subject(s): Winter; Dreams | ||||||||
I cried when the moon was murmuring to the birds, 'Let peewit call and curlew cry where they will, I long for your merry and tender and pitiful words, For the roads are unending and there is no place to my mind.' The honey-pale moon lay low on the sleepy hill And I fell asleep upon lonely Echtge of streams. No boughs have withered because of the wintry wind, The boughs have withered because I have told them my dreams. I know of the leafy paths that the witches take, Who come with their crows of pearl and their spindles of wool, And their secret smile, out of the depths of the lake; And of apple islands where the Danaan kind Wind and unwind their dances when the light grows cool On the island lawns, their feet where the pale foam gleams; No boughs have withered because of the wintry wind, The boughs have withered because I have told them my dreams. I know of the sleepy country, where swans fly round Coupled with golden chains and sing as they fly, A king and a queen are wandering there, and the sound Has made them so happy and hopeless, so deaf and so blind With wisdom, they wander till all the years have gone by; I know, and the curlew and peewit on Echtge of streams; No boughs have withered because of the wintry wind, The boughs have withered because I have told them my dreams. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BOOK OF A THOUSAND EYES: A DREAM by LYN HEJINIAN VARIATIONS: 14 by CONRAD AIKEN VARIATIONS: 18 by CONRAD AIKEN LIVE IT THROUGH by DAVID IGNATOW A DREAM OF GAMES by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE DREAM OF WAKING by RANDALL JARRELL APOLOGY FOR BAD DREAMS by ROBINSON JEFFERS SIXTEEN DEAD MEN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |
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