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The Collected Works in Verse and Prose of William Butler Yeats. Volume 2 of 8
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Is no more than a wine-cup in the tasting,
And as soon finished.
AIBRIC
All that ever loved
Have loved that way – there is no other way.
FORGAEL
Yet never have two lovers kissed but they
Believed there was some other near at hand,
And almost wept because they could not find it.
AIBRIC
When they have twenty years; in middle life
They take a kiss for what a kiss is worth,
And let the dream go by.
FORGAEL
It’s not a dream,
But the reality that makes our passion
As a lamp shadow – no – no lamp, the sun.
What the world’s million lips are thirsting for,
Must be substantial somewhere.
AIBRIC
I have heard the Druids
Mutter such things as they awake from trance.
It may be that the ever-living know it —
No mortal can.
FORGAEL
Yes; if they give us help.
AIBRIC
They are besotting you as they besot
The crazy herdsman that will tell his fellows
That he has been all night upon the hills,
Riding to hurley, or in the battle-host
With the ever-living.
FORGAEL
What if he speak the truth,
And for a dozen hours have been a part
Of that more powerful life?
AIBRIC
His wife knows better.
Has she not seen him lying like a log,
Or fumbling in a dream about the house?
And if she hear him mutter of wild riders,
She knows that it was but the cart-horse coughing
That set him to the fancy.
FORGAEL
All would be well
Could we but give us wholly to the dreams,
And get into their world that to the sense
Is shadow, and not linger wretchedly
Among substantial things; for it is dreams
That lift us to the flowing, changing world
That the heart longs for. What is love itself,
Even though it be the lightest of light love,
But dreams that hurry from beyond the world
To make low laughter more than meat and drink,
Though it but set us sighing? Fellow-wanderer,
Could we but mix ourselves into a dream,
Not in its image on the mirror!
AIBRIC
While
We’re in the body that’s impossible.
FORGAEL
And yet I cannot think they’re leading me
To death; for they that promised to me love
As those that can outlive the moon have known it,
Had the world’s total life gathered up, it seemed,
Into their shining limbs – I’ve had great teachers.
Aengus and Edain ran up out of the wave —
You’d never doubt that it was life they promised
Had you looked on them face to face as I did,
With so red lips, and running on such feet,
And having such wide-open, shining eyes.
AIBRIC
It’s certain they are leading you to death.
None but the dead, or those that never lived,
And as soon finished.
AIBRIC
All that ever loved
Have loved that way – there is no other way.
FORGAEL
Yet never have two lovers kissed but they
Believed there was some other near at hand,
And almost wept because they could not find it.
AIBRIC
When they have twenty years; in middle life
They take a kiss for what a kiss is worth,
And let the dream go by.
FORGAEL
It’s not a dream,
But the reality that makes our passion
As a lamp shadow – no – no lamp, the sun.
What the world’s million lips are thirsting for,
Must be substantial somewhere.
AIBRIC
I have heard the Druids
Mutter such things as they awake from trance.
It may be that the ever-living know it —
No mortal can.
FORGAEL
Yes; if they give us help.
AIBRIC
They are besotting you as they besot
The crazy herdsman that will tell his fellows
That he has been all night upon the hills,
Riding to hurley, or in the battle-host
With the ever-living.
FORGAEL
What if he speak the truth,
And for a dozen hours have been a part
Of that more powerful life?
AIBRIC
His wife knows better.
Has she not seen him lying like a log,
Or fumbling in a dream about the house?
And if she hear him mutter of wild riders,
She knows that it was but the cart-horse coughing
That set him to the fancy.
FORGAEL
All would be well
Could we but give us wholly to the dreams,
And get into their world that to the sense
Is shadow, and not linger wretchedly
Among substantial things; for it is dreams
That lift us to the flowing, changing world
That the heart longs for. What is love itself,
Even though it be the lightest of light love,
But dreams that hurry from beyond the world
To make low laughter more than meat and drink,
Though it but set us sighing? Fellow-wanderer,
Could we but mix ourselves into a dream,
Not in its image on the mirror!
AIBRIC
While
We’re in the body that’s impossible.
FORGAEL
And yet I cannot think they’re leading me
To death; for they that promised to me love
As those that can outlive the moon have known it,
Had the world’s total life gathered up, it seemed,
Into their shining limbs – I’ve had great teachers.
Aengus and Edain ran up out of the wave —
You’d never doubt that it was life they promised
Had you looked on them face to face as I did,
With so red lips, and running on such feet,
And having such wide-open, shining eyes.
AIBRIC
It’s certain they are leading you to death.
None but the dead, or those that never lived,
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