by W.B. Yeats.
Originally published in The Savoy (Leonard Smithers) vol.1 #7 (Nov 1896).
1. O'Sullivan Rua to the Curlew
O curlew, cry no more in the air,
Or only to waters in the west;
Because your crying brings to my mind
Passion-dimmed eyes and long heavy hair
That was shaken out over my breast:
There is enough evil in the crying of wind.
2. Out of the Old Days
Be you still, be you still, trembling heart;
Remember the wisdom out of the old days:
Who trembles before the flame and the flood,
And the winds blowing through the starry ways,
And blowing us evil and good;
Let the starry winds and the flame and the flood
Cover over and hide, for he has no part
With the lonely, proud, winged multitude.