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Poets with whom I learned my trade	A
Companions of the Cheshire Cheese	B
Here's an old story I've remade	A
Imagining 'twould better please	B
Your cars than stories now in fashion	C
Though you may think I waste my breath	D
Pretending that there can be passion	C
That has more life in it than death	D
And though at bottling of your wine	E
Old wholesome Goban had no say	F
The moral's yours because it's mine	E
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When cups went round at close of day	F
Is not that how good stories run	C
The gods were sitting at the board	G
In their great house at Slievenamon	C
They sang a drowsy song Or snored	G
For all were full of wine and meat	G
The smoky torches made a glare	H
On metal Goban 'd hammered at	G
On old deep silver rolling there	H
Or on somc still unemptied cup	I
That he when frenzy stirred his thews	F
Had hammered out on mountain top	J
To hold the sacred stuff he brews	F
That only gods may buy of him	K
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Now from that juice that made them wise	F
All those had lifted up the dim	K
Imaginations of their eyes	F
For one that was like woman made	G
Before their sleepy eyelids ran	C
And trembling with her passion said	G
'Come out and dig for a dead man	C
Who's burrowing Somewhere in the ground	G
And mock him to his face and then	C
Hollo him on with horse and hound	G
For he is the worst of all dead men '	-
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We should be dazed and terror struck	L
If we but saw in dreams that room	M
Those wine drenched eyes and curse our luck	L
That empticd all our days to come	N
I knew a woman none could please	F
Because she dreamed when but a child	G
Of men and women made like these	F
And after when her blood ran wild	G
Had ravelled her own story out	G
And said 'In two or in three years	F
I needs must marry some poor lout '	-
And having said it burst in tears	F
	-
Since tavern comrades you have died	G
Maybe your images have stood	G
Mere bone and muscle thrown aside	G
Before that roomful or as good	G
You had to face your ends when young	O
'Twas wine or women or some curse	F
But never made a poorer song	P
That you might have a heavier purse	F
Nor gave loud service to a cause	F
That you might have a troop of friends	F
You kept the Muses' sterner laws	F
And unrepenting faced your ends	F
And therefore earned the right and yet	G
Dowson and Johnson most I praise	F
To troop with those the world's forgot	G
And copy their proud steady gaze	F
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'The Danish troop was driven out	G
Between the dawn and dusk ' she said	G
'Although the event was long in doubt	G
Although the King of Ireland's dead	G
And half the kings before sundown	C
All was accomplished	G
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'When this day	G
Murrough the King of Ireland's son	C
Foot after foot was giving way	G
He and his best troops back to back	Q
Had perished there but the Danes ran	C
Stricken with panic from the attack	Q
The shouting of an unseen man	C
And being thankful Murrough found	G
Led by a footsole dipped in blood	G
That had made prints upon the ground	G
Where by old thorn trees that man stood	G
And though when he gazed here and there	H
He had but gazed on thorn trees spoke	R
Who is the friend that seems but air	H
And yet could give so fine a stroke	R
Thereon a young man met his eye	S
Who said Because she held me in	C
Her love and would not have me die	S
Rock nurtured Aoife took a pin	C
And pushing it into my shirt	G
Promised that for a pin's sake	T
No man should see to do me hurt	G
But there it's gone I will not take	T
The fortune that had been my shame	U
Seeing King's son what wounds you have	V
'Twas roundly spoke but when night came	U
He had betrayed me to his grave	W
For he and the King's son were dead	G
I'd promised him two hundred years	F
And when for all I'd done or said	G
And these immortal eyes shed tears	F
He claimed his country's need was most	G
I'd saved his life yet for the sake	T
Of a new friend he has turned a ghost	G
What does he cate if my heart break	T
I call for spade and horse and hound	G
That we may harry him ' Thereon	C
She cast herself upon the ground	G
And rent her clothes and made her moan	C
'Why are they faithless when their might	G
Is from the holy shades that rove	X
The grey rock and the windy light	G
Why should the faithfullest heart most love	Y
The bitter sweetness of false faces	F
Why must the lasting love what passes	F
Why are the gods by men betrayed '	-
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But thereon every god stood up	I
With a slow smile and without sound	G
And Stretching forth his arm and cup	I
To where she moaned upon the ground	G
Suddenly drenched her to the skin	C
And she with Goban's wine adrip	I
No more remembering what had been	C
Stared at the gods with laughing lip	I
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I have kept my faith though faith was tried	G
To that rock born rock wandering foot	G
And thc world's altered since you died	G
And I am in no good repute	G
With the loud host before the sea	F
That think sword strokes were better meant	G
Than lover's music let that be	F
So that the wandering foot's content	G

William Butler Yeats

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