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Poem Title:  Demon And Beast

Poem Category:  General Poems

Poet:  William Butler Yeats

Poet Biography: 
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939) was a poet whose influences include The Occult, symbolism and Irish political independance



Poem: 
For certain minutes at the least
that crafty demon and that loud beast
that plague me day and night
ran out of my sight;
Though I had long perned in the gyre,
between my hatred and desire.
I saw my freedom won
and all laugh in the sun.
The glittering eyes in a death's head
of old Luke Wadding's portrait said
welcome, and the Ormondes all
nodded upon the wall,
and even Strafford smiled as though
it made him happier to know
I understood his plan.
Now that the loud beast ran
there was no portrait in the Gallery
But beckoned to sweet company,
for all men's thoughts grew clear
Being dear as mine are dear.
But soon a tear-drop started up,
for aimless joy had made me stop
beside the little lake
to watch a white gull take
a bit of bread thrown up into the air;
Now gyring down and perning there
he splashed where an absurd
portly green-pated bird
Shook off the water from his back;
Being no more demoniac
A stupid happy creature
Could rouse my whole nature.
Yet I am certain as can be
that every natural victory
belongs to beast or demon,
that never yet had freeman
Right mastery of natural things,
and that mere growing old, that brings
chilled blood, this sweetness brought;
Yet have no dearer thought
than that I may find out a way
to make it linger half a day.
O what a sweetness strayed
through barren Thebaid,
Or by the Mareotic sea
when that exultant Anthony
and twice a thousand more
starved upon the shore
and withered to a bag of bones!
What had the Caesars but their thrones?


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