I. O’SULLIVAN RUA TO THE CURLEW
O CURLEW, cry no more in the air,
Or only to waters in the west ;
Because your crying brings to my mind
Passion-dimmed eyes and long heavy hair
That was shaken out over my breast :
There is enough evil in the crying of wind.
2. OUT OF THE OLD DAYS
BE you still, be you still, trembling heart ;
Remember the wisdom out of the old days :
Who trembles before the flame and the flood,
And the winds blowing through the starry ways,
And blowing us evil and good ;
Let the starry winds and the flame and the flood
Cover over and hide, for he has no part
With the lonely, proud, wingèd multitude.
W. B. YEATS.
Yeats, William Butler. “Windle-straws.” The Savoy vol. 7, November 1896, p. 62. Savoy Digital Edition, edited by Christopher Keep and Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, 2018-2020. Yellow Nineties 2.0, Ryerson University Centre for Digital Humanities, 2019. https://1890s.ca/savoyv7-yeats-windlestraws/