Maid Quiet

Portrait of William Butler Yeats
William Butler Yeats 1865–1939

Where has Maid Quiet gone to, Nodding her russet hood? The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood. O how could I be so calm When she rose up to depart? Now words that called up the lightning Are hurtling through my heart.

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