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The Collected Works in Verse and Prose of William Butler Yeats. Volume 2 of 8
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My grief.
DECTORA
Have I not loved you for a thousand years?
FORGAEL
I never have been golden-armed Iollan.
DECTORA
I do not understand. I know your face
Better than my own hands.
FORGAEL
I have deceived you
Out of all reckoning.
DECTORA
Is it not true
That you were born a thousand years ago,
In islands where the children of Aengus wind
In happy dances under a windy moon,
And that you’ll bring me there?
FORGAEL
I have deceived you;
I have deceived you utterly.
DECTORA
How can that be?
Is it that though your eyes are full of love
Some other woman has a claim on you,
And I’ve but half?
FORGAEL
Oh, no!
DECTORA
And if there is,
If there be half a hundred more, what matter?
I’ll never give another thought to it;
No, no, nor half a thought; but do not speak.
Women are hard and proud and stubborn-hearted,
Their heads being turned with praise and flattery;
And that is why their lovers are afraid
To tell them a plain story.
FORGAEL
That’s not the story;
But I have done so great a wrong against you,
There is no measure that it would not burst.
I will confess it all.
DECTORA
What do I care,
Now that my body has begun to dream,
And you have grown to be a burning sod
In the imagination and intellect?
If something that’s most fabulous were true —
If you had taken me by magic spells,
And killed a lover or husband at my feet —
I would not let you speak, for I would know
That it was yesterday and not to-day
I loved him; I would cover up my ears,
As I am doing now. [A pause.] Why do you weep?
FORGAEL
I weep because I’ve nothing for your eyes
But desolate waters and a battered ship.
DECTORA
O, why do you not lift your eyes to mine?
FORGAEL
I weep – I weep because bare night’s above,
And not a roof of ivory and gold.
DECTORA
I would grow jealous of the ivory roof,
And strike the golden pillars with my hands.
I would that there was nothing in the world
But my beloved – that night and day had perished,
And all that is and all that is to be,
All that is not the meeting of our lips.
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