Corpus of Electronic Texts Edition

The Peacock (Author: William Butler Yeats)

p.63

1. What's riches to him
   That has made a great peacock
   With the pride of his eye?
   The wind-beaten, stone-grey,
   And desolate Three-rock
   Would nourish his whim.
   Live he or die
   Amid wet rocks and heather,
   His ghost will be gay
   Adding feather to feather
   For the pride of his eye.