English poem
He Reproves The Curlew
O Curlew, cry no more in the air, Or only to the water in the West; Because your crying brings to my mind passion-dimmed eyes and long heavy hair That was shaken out over my breast: There is enough evil in the crying of wind.
More by William Butler Yeats
- He And She
- He Gives His Beloved Certain Rhymes
- He Mourns For The Change That Has Come Upon Him And His Beloved, And Longs For The End Of The World
- He Remembers Forgotten Beauty
- He Tells Of A Valley Full Of Lovers
- He Tells Of The Perfect Beauty
- He Thinks Of His Past Greatness When A Part Of The Constellations Of Heaven
- He Thinks Of Those Who Have Spoken Evil Of His Beloved