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