William Butler Yeats ~ Jean Corot


Who will go drive with Fergus now,
And pierce the deep woods woven shame

And dance upon the level shore?

Young man, lift up your russet brow
And lift your tender eyelids, maid,
And brood on hopes and fears no more.
And no more turn aside and brood
Upon love’s bitter mystery;

For Fergus rules the brazen cars,
And rules the shadows of the wood,
And the white breast of the dim sea
And all dishevelled wandering stars.

William Butler Yeats ~ Who Goes with Fergus? 1893

(Painting by Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot)


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