WilliamButlerYeats
Iwouldthatwewere, mybeloved, whitebirdsonthefoamofthesea!
Wetireoftheflameofthemeteor, beforeitcanfadeandflee;
Andtheflameofthebluestaroftwilight, hunglowontherimofthesky,
Hasawakedinourhearts, mybeloved, asadnessthatmaynotdie.
Awearinesscomesfromthosedreamers, dew-dabbled, thelilyandrose;
Ah, dreamnotofthem, mybeloved, theflameofthemeteorthatgoes,
Ortheflameofthebluestar
Thatlingershunglowinthefallofthedew:
ForIwouldwewerechangedtowhitebirdsonthewanderingfoam: Iandyou!
Iamhauntedbynumberlessislands, andmanyaDanaanshore,
WhereTimewouldsurelyforgetus, andSorrowcomenearusnomore;
Soonfarfromtheroseandthelilyandfretoftheflameswouldwebe,
Wereweonlywhitebirds, mybeloved, buoyedoutonthefoamofthesea!
