Seize the grey day

pic. Al Magnus











William Butler Yeats

Out-worn heart, in a time out-worn
Come clear of the nets of wrong and right
Laugh, heart, again in the grey twilight
Sigh, heart, again in the dew of the morn.

Your mother Eire is always young
Dew ever shining and twilight grey
Though hope fall from you and love decay
Burning in fires of a slanderous tongue.

Come, heart, where hill is heaped upon hill
For there the mystical brotherhood
Of sun and moon and hollow and wood
And river and stream work our their will.

And God stand winding in His lovely horn
And time and the world are ever in flight
And love is less kind than the grey twilight
And hope is less dear than the dew of the morn.