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Author: William Butler Yeats
Electronic edition compiled and proof-read by Beatrix Färber, Juliette Maffet
Funded by School of History, University College, Cork
1. First draft.
Extent of text: 507 words
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Text ID Number: E910001-035
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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 The Consolation in , Ed. William Butler Yeats Responsibilities and other Poems. The Macmillan Company, New York, (1916) page 8990
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Created: By William Butler Yeats (18651939).
Date range: before 1916.
Use of language
Language: [EN] The poem is in English.
Corpus of Electronic Texts Edition: E910001-035
The Consolation: Author: William Butler Yeats
- I had this thought awhile ago,
'My darling cannot understand
What I have done, or what would do
In this blind bitter land.'
- And I grew weary of the sun
Until my thoughts cleared up again,
Remembering that the best I have done
Was done to make it plain;
- That every year I have cried, 'At length
My darling understands it all,
Because I have come into my strength,
And words obey my call.'
That had she done so who can say
What would have shaken from the sieve?
I might have thrown poor words away
And been content to live.