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The Collected Works in Verse and Prose of William Butler Yeats. Volume 2 of 8
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FORGAEL
I too, I too. Why do you look away?
Am I to fear the waves, or is the moon
My enemy?
DECTORA
I looked upon the moon,
Longing to knead and pull it into shape
That I might lay it on your head as a crown.
But now it is your thoughts that wander away,
For you are looking at the sea. Do you not know
How great a wrong it is to let one’s thought
Wander a moment when one is in love?
[He has moved away. She follows him. He is looking out over the sea, shading his eyes.]
Why are you looking at the sea?
FORGAEL
Look there!
DECTORA
What is there but a troop of ash-grey birds
That fly into the west?
FORGAEL
But listen, listen!
DECTORA
What is there but the crying of the birds?
FORGAEL
If you’ll but listen closely to that crying
You’ll hear them calling out to one another
With human voices.
DECTORA
O, I can hear them now.
What are they? Unto what country do they fly?
FORGAEL
To unimaginable happiness.
They have been circling over our heads in the air,
But now that they have taken to the road
We have to follow, for they are our pilots;
And though they’re but the colour of grey ash,
They’re crying out, could you but hear their words,
‘There is a country at the end of the world
Where no child’s born but to outlive the moon.’
[The SAILORS come in with AIBRIC. They are in great excitement
FIRST SAILOR
The hold is full of treasure.
SECOND SAILOR
Full to the hatches.
FIRST TWO
Treasure and treasure.
THIRD SAILOR
Boxes of precious spice.
FIRST SAILOR
Ivory images with amethyst eyes.
THIRD SAILOR
Dragons with eyes of ruby.
FIRST SAILOR
The whole ship
Flashes as if it were a net of herrings.
THIRD SAILOR
Let’s home; I’d give some rubies to a woman.
SECOND SAILOR
There’s somebody I’d give the amethyst eyes to.
FIRST SAILOR
I too, I too. Why do you look away?
Am I to fear the waves, or is the moon
My enemy?
DECTORA
I looked upon the moon,
Longing to knead and pull it into shape
That I might lay it on your head as a crown.
But now it is your thoughts that wander away,
For you are looking at the sea. Do you not know
How great a wrong it is to let one’s thought
Wander a moment when one is in love?
[He has moved away. She follows him. He is looking out over the sea, shading his eyes.]
Why are you looking at the sea?
FORGAEL
Look there!
DECTORA
What is there but a troop of ash-grey birds
That fly into the west?
FORGAEL
But listen, listen!
DECTORA
What is there but the crying of the birds?
FORGAEL
If you’ll but listen closely to that crying
You’ll hear them calling out to one another
With human voices.
DECTORA
O, I can hear them now.
What are they? Unto what country do they fly?
FORGAEL
To unimaginable happiness.
They have been circling over our heads in the air,
But now that they have taken to the road
We have to follow, for they are our pilots;
And though they’re but the colour of grey ash,
They’re crying out, could you but hear their words,
‘There is a country at the end of the world
Where no child’s born but to outlive the moon.’
[The SAILORS come in with AIBRIC. They are in great excitement
FIRST SAILOR
The hold is full of treasure.
SECOND SAILOR
Full to the hatches.
FIRST TWO
Treasure and treasure.
THIRD SAILOR
Boxes of precious spice.
FIRST SAILOR
Ivory images with amethyst eyes.
THIRD SAILOR
Dragons with eyes of ruby.
FIRST SAILOR
The whole ship
Flashes as if it were a net of herrings.
THIRD SAILOR
Let’s home; I’d give some rubies to a woman.
SECOND SAILOR
There’s somebody I’d give the amethyst eyes to.
FIRST SAILOR
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