I did the dragon's will until you came
Because I had fancied love a casual
Improvisation, or a settled game
That followed if I let the kerchief fall:
Those deeds were best that gave the minute wings
And heavenly music if they gave it wit;
And then you stood among the dragon-rings.
I mocked, being crazy, but you mastered it
And broke the chain and set my ankles free,
Saint George or else a pagan Perseus;
And now we stare astonished at the sea,
And a miraculous strange bird shrieks at us.
Her Triumph
William Butler Yeats
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Poem topics: I love you, crazy, music, sea, bird, chain, game, minute, strange, saint, love, dragon, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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