Maid Quiet

by William Butler Yeats

  


Where has Maid Quiet gone to, Nodding her russet hood? The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood. O how could I be so calm When she rose up to depart? Now words that called up the lightning Are hurtling through my heart.


Previous Authors:Long-Legged Fly Next Authors:Meditations In Time Of Civil War
Copyright 2023-2025 - www.zzdbook.com All Rights Reserved