To Ireland in the Coming Times

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Michael MacLiammoir - Pop

To Ireland in the Coming Times

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Know, that I would accounted be True brother of a company That sang, to sweeten Ireland's wrong Ballad and story, rann and song; Nor be I any less of them Because the red-rose-bordered hem Of her, whose history began Before God made the angelic clan Trails all about the written page When Time began to rant and rage The measure of her flying feet Made Ireland's heart begin to beat; And Time bade all his candles flare To light a measure here and there; And may the thoughts of Ireland brood Upon a measured quietude Nor may I less be counted one With Davis, Mangan, Ferguson Because, to him who ponders well My rhymes more than their rhyming tell Of things discovered in the deep Where only body's laid asleep For the elemental creatures go About my table to and fro That hurry from unmeasured mind To rant and rage in flood and wind; Yet he who treads in measured ways May surely barter gaze for gaze Man ever journeys on with them After the red-rose-bordered hem Ah, faeries, dancing under the moon A Druid land, a Druid tune! While still I may, I write for you The love I lived, the dream I knew From our birthday, until we die Is but the winking of an eye; And we, our singing and our love What measurer Time has lit above And all benighted things that go About my table to and fro Are passing on to where may be In truth's consuming ecstasy No place for love and dream at all; For God goes by with white footfall I cast my heart into my rhymes That you, in the dim coming times May know how my heart went with them After the red-rose-bordered hem

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  • William Butler Yeats