Lay for the Day 13th
1865: the birthday of W.B. Yeats.
a lifetime of effort, he had added the name of Maud Gonne, the object
of his unrequited love, to historys shortlist of immortal beauties.
Many beauties must have read
thought her themselves, though assured
poets most solemn word
She was gone, before they formed in their mothers.
In flatteries burnished near the shine of truth
pupils have studied their features,
lines become a fresh loves teachers,
For dust has no use for the dues of youth.
A lively praise deserves a livelier eye
the one has now who inspired it,
hed turn, though he once required it,
From her bone mouth, to yours that lips his lie.
Yet may beauty and her poet pass unblamed
When each shall rise, new bodied and new named.
by John Gibbens
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