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The Cold Heaven

Author: William Butler Yeats

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Electronic edition compiled and proof-read by Beatrix Färber, Juliette Maffet

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1. First draft.

Extent of text: 517 words


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Text ID Number: E910001-026

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  1. A bibliography is available online at the official web site of the Nobel Prize. See:
    The edition used in the digital edition
  1. William Butler Yeats The Cold Heaven in , Ed. William Butler Yeats Responsibilities and other Poems. The Macmillan Company, New York, (1916) page 73–74


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Created: By William Butler Yeats (1865–1939). Date range: before 1916.

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Language: [EN] The poem is in English.

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Corpus of Electronic Texts Edition: E910001-026

The Cold Heaven: Author: William Butler Yeats


  1. SUDDENLY I saw the cold and rookdelighting Heaven
    That seemed as though ice burned and was but the more ice,
    And thereupon imagination and heart were driven
    So wild that every casual thought of that and this
    Vanished, and left but memories, that should be out of season
    With the hot blood of youth, of love crossed long ago;
    And I took all the blame out of all sense and reason,
    Until I cried and trembled and rocked to and fro,
    Riddled with light. Ah! when the ghost begins to quicken,


    Confusion of the death-bed over, is it sent
    Out naked on the roads, as the books say, and stricken
    By the injustice of the skies for punishment?