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A Poet to His Beloved
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I bring you with reverent hands
The books of my numberless dreams;
White woman that passion has worn
As the tide wears the dove-gray sands,
And with heart more old than the horn
That is brimmed from the pale fire of time:
White woman with numberless dreams
I bring you my passionate rhyme.
W. B. YEATS
The Wind Among the Reeds (1899)
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I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
W.B. YEATS
The Wind Among the Reeds (1899)
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Courting is a Pleasure
04:05
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Flagstones
03:09
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Flower of Magherally
03:09
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Kellswater
03:56
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Here's a health to you bonny Kellswater
Where you'll get all the pleasures of life
Where you'll get all the fishing and the fowling
And a bonny sweet lass for your wife.
Oh it's down by yond green shade I met her
And amongst wild roses we kissed
And a gold ring I placed on her finger
As my only treasure to keep.
Oh a father he calls on his daughter
Saying a choice, girl, I'll give on to thee
Would you rather see Johnny's ship a-sailing
Or him hung like a dog from yon' tree?
Oh Father, dear Father, I love him
And I can no longer hide it from thee
Through an acre of fire I would travel
All alone with lovely Johnny to be.
Oh harsh was the heart that confined them
And took away her heart's delight
May the chains of Old Ireland bind around them
And soft be their pillows at night.
Here's a health to you bonny Kellswater
Where you'll get all the pleasures of life
Where you'll get all the fishing and the fowling
And a bonny sweet lass for your wife.
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Stolen Child
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Eighteen Years Old
03:01
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As I Roved Out
02:46
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Claudy Banks
04:00
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Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly (...) you tread on my dreams.
W.B. YEATS
The Wind Among the Reeds (1899)
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Julie Abbé Bristol, UK
With her spine-tingling renditions of traditional songs, mesmerizing interpretations of Yeats’s poetry and beautiful folk, jazz and bluesy compositions, Julie Abbé immediately captivates and deeply moves her audience. Infused with a rare sensitivity and emotional depth reminiscent of Sandy Denny, Julie's voice is full of feelings and simply spell-binding. ... more
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