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Poem Title:  In Memory Of Alfred Pollexfen

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: 
Five-and-Twenmty years have gone
since old william pollexfen
laid his strong bones down in death
by his wife Elizabeth
In the grey stone tomb he made.
And after twenty years they laid
in that tomb by him and her
his son George, the astrologer;
And Masons drove from miles away
to scatter the Acacia spray
upon a melancholy man
who had ended where his breath began.
Many a son and daughter lies
far from the customary skies,
the Mall and Eades's grammar school,
In London or in Liverpool;
But where is laid the sailor John
that so many lands had known,
quiet lands or unquiet seas
where the Indians trade or Japanese?
He never found his rest ashore,
moping for one voyage more.
Where have they laid the sailor John?
And yesterday the youngest son,
a humorous, unambitious man,
was buried near the astrologer,
yesterday in the tenth year
since he who had been contented long.
A nobody in a great throng,
decided he would journey home,
now that his fiftieth year had come,
and "Mr. Alfred' be again
upon the lips of common men
who carried in their memory
his childhood and his family.
At all these death-beds women heard
a visionary white sea-bird
lamenting that a man should die;
And with that cry I have raised my cry.


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