A Yeats Poem-a-Day Keeps the

"He bids his Beloved be at Peace" (1896) by William Butler Yeats Read by: Aiden Hunt I hear the Shadowy Horses, their long manes a-shake, Their hoofs heavy with tumult, their eyes glimmering white; The North unfolds above them clinging, creeping night, The East her hidden joy before the morning break, The West weeps in pale dew and sighs passing away, The South is pouring down roses of crimson fire: O vanity of Sleep, Hope, Dream, endless Desire, The Horses of Disaster plunge in the heavy clay: Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast, Drowning love’s lonely hour in deep twilight of rest, And hiding their tossing manes and their tumultuous feet. One of my favorites. The shadowy horses are a reference to the "puca" (poo-ka), an Irish fairy that sometimes takes the form of a horse. -PAH (Text from The Collected Poems, in the public domain) #poem #poetry #poetrylovers #poetrycommunity