In The Seven Woods
I 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 a while
Tara uprooted, and new commonness
Upon the trhone 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 hours too shoot , still hangs
A cloudy quiver over Pairc-na-lee
by: W.B.Yeath
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