Corpus of Electronic Texts Edition
Supernatural Songs (Author: William Butler Yeats)

part 3

Ribh in Ecstasy

  1. What matter that you understood no word!
    Doubtless I spoke or sang what I had heard
    In broken sentences. My soul had found
    All happiness in its own cause or ground.
    Godhead on Godhead in sexual spasm begot
    Godhead. Some shadow fell. My soul forgot
    Those amorous cries that out of quiet come
    And must the common round of day resume.