HE MOURNS FOR THE CHANGE THAT HAS COME UPON
HIM AND HIS BELOVED, AND LONGS FOR THE END OF THE WORLD
by: William Butler Yeats
(1865-1939)
- O you not hear me calling, white
deer with no horns?
- I have been changed to a hound with one red ear;
- I have been in the Path of Stones and the Wood of Thorns,
- For somebody hid hatred and hope and desire and fear
- Under my feet that they follow you night and day.
- A man with a hazel wand came without sound;
- He changed me suddenly; I was looking another way;
- And now my calling is but the calling of a hound;
- And Time and Birth and Change are hurrying by.
- I would that the Boar without bristles had come from the
West
- And had rooted the sun and moon and stars out of the sky
- And lay in the darkness, grunting, and turning to his rest.
"He Longs for the Change that
has Come Upon Him and His Beloved, and Longs for the End of the
World" is reprinted from The Wind Among the Reeds.
W.B. Yeats. London: Elkin Mathews, 1899. |
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