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To a Shade
Author: William Butler Yeats
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Funded by School of History, University College, Cork
1. First draft.
Extent of text: 590 words
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Text ID Number: E910001-008
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- A bibliography is available online at the official web site of the Nobel Prize. See: http://nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/literature/laureates/1923/yeats-bibl.html
The edition used in the digital edition
- William Butler Yeats To a Shade in , Ed. William Butler Yeats Responsibilities and other Poems. The Macmillan Company, New York, (1916) 3638
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Created: By William Butler Yeats (18651939).
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Language: [EN] The poem is in English.
Corpus of Electronic Texts Edition: E910001-008
To a Shade: Author: William Butler Yeats
September 29th, 1914
- If you have revisited the town, thin Shade,
Whether to look upon your monument
(I wonder if the builder has been paid)
Or happier thoughted when the day is spent
To drink of that salt breath out of the sea
When grey gulls flit about instead of men,
And the gaunt houses put on majesty:
Let these content you and be gone again;
For they are at their old tricks yet.
Of your own passionate serving kind who had brought
In his full hands what, had they only known,
Had given their children's children loftier thought,
Sweeter emotion, working in their veins
Like gentle blood, has been driven from the place,
And insult heaped upon him for his pains
And for his open-handedness, disgrace;
An old foul mouth that slandered you had set
The pack upon him.
Go, unquiet wanderer,
And gather the Glasnevin coverlet
About your head till the dust stops your ear,
The time for you to taste of that salt breath
And listen at the corners has not come;
You had enough of sorrow before death
Away, away! You are safer in the tomb.