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A cursing rogue with a merry face	A
A bundle of rags upon a crutch	B
Stumbled upon that windy place	A
Called Cruachan and it was as much	B
As the one sturdy leg could do	C
To keep him upright while he cursed	D
He had counted where long years ago	E
Queen Maeve's nine Maines had been nursed	D
A pair of lapwings one old sheep	F
And not a house to the plain's edge	G
When close to his right hand a heap	F
Of grey stones and a rocky ledge	G
Reminded him that he could make	H
If he but shifted a few stones	I
A shelter till the daylight broke	J
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But while he fumbled with the stones	I
They toppled over 'Were it not	K
I have a lucky wooden shin	L
I had been hurt' and toppling brought	M
Before his eyes where stones had been	L
A dark deep hollow in the rock	N
He gave a gasp and thought to have fled	O
Being certain it was no right rock	N
Because an ancient history said	O
Hell Mouth lay open near that place	A
And yet stood still because inside	P
A great lad with a beery face	A
Had tucked himself away beside	P
A ladle and a tub of beer	Q
And snored no phantom by his look	R
So with a laugh at his own fear	Q
He crawled into that pleasant nook	R
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'Night grows uneasy near the dawn	S
Till even I sleep light but who	C
Has tired of his own company	T
What one of Maeve's nine brawling sons	U
Sick of his grave has wakened me	T
But let him keep his grave for once	V
That I may find the sleep I have lost '	-
	-
What care I if you sleep or wake	H
But I'Il have no man call me ghost '	-
	-
Say what you please but from daybreak	H
I'll sleep another century '	-
	-
And I will talk before I sleep	F
And drink before I talk '	-
And he	T
Had dipped the wooden ladle deep	F
Into the sleeper's tub of beer	Q
Had not the sleeper started up	W
	-
Before you have dipped it in the beer	Q
I dragged from Goban's mountain top	X
I'll have assurance that you are able	Y
To value beer no half legged fool	Z
Shall dip his nose into my ladle	Y
Merely for stumbling on this hole	A2
In the bad hour before the dawn '	-
	-
'Why beer is only beer '	-
'But say	B2
'I'll sleep until the winter's gone	S
Or maybe to Midsummer Day '	-
And drink and you will sleep that length '	-
	-
'I'd like to sleep till winter's gone	S
Or till the sun is in his srrength	C2
This blast has chilled me to the bone '	-
	-
'I had no better plan at first	D
I thought to wait for that or this	D2
Maybe the weather was accursed	D
Or I had no woman there to kiss	D2
So slept for half a year or so	E
But year by year I found that less	E2
Gave me such pleasure I'd forgo	E
Even a half hour's nothingness	F2
And when at one year's end I found	D
I had not waked a single minute	D
I chosc this burrow under ground	D
I'll sleep away all time within it	D
My sleep were now nine centuries	G2
But for those mornings when I find	D
The lapwing at their foolish dies	H2
And the sheep bleating at the wind	D
As when I also played the fool '	-
	-
The beggar in a rage began	I2
Upon his hunkers in the hole	A2
'It's plain that you are no right man	I2
To mock at everything I love	J2
As if it were not worth the doing	K2
I'd have a merry life enough	L2
If a good Easter wind were blowing	K2
And though the winter wind is bad	D
I should not be too down in the mouth	C2
For anything you did or said	D
If but this wind were in the south '	-
	-
'You cry aloud O would 'twere spring	K2
Or that the wind would shift a point	D
And do not know that you would bring	K2
If time were suppler in the joint	D
Neither the spring nor the south wind	D
But the hour when you shall pass away	B2
And leave no smoking wick behind	D
For all life longs for the Last Day	B2
And there's no man but cocks his ear	M2
To know when Michael's trumpet cries	H2
'That flesh and bone may disappear	Q
And souls as if they were but sighs	H2
And there be nothing but God left	D
But I aone being blessed keep	F
Like some old rabbit to my cleft	D
And wait Him in a drunken sleep '	-
He dipped his ladle in the tub	N2
And drank and yawned and stretched him out	D
The other shouted 'You would rob	O2
My life of every pleasant thought	D
And every comfortable thing	K2
And so take that and that ' Thereon	S
He gave him a great pummelling	K2
But might have pummelled at a stone	P2
For all the sleeper knew or cared	D
And after heaped up stone on stone	P2
And then grown weary prayed and cursed	D
And heaped up stone on stone again	Q2
And prayed and cursed and cursed and bed	D
From Maeve and all that juggling plain	R2
Nor gave God thanks till overhead	D
The clouds were brightening with the dawn	S

William Butler Yeats

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