Easter, 1916 BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
I have met them at close of day   Coming with vivid facesFrom counter or desk among grey   Eighteenth-century houses.I have passed with a nod of the head   Or polite meaningless words,   Or have lingered awhile and said   Polite meaningless words,And thought before I had done   Of a mocking tale or a gibe   To please a companionAround the fire at the club,   Being certain… Continue reading Easter, 1916 BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS