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Poem Title:  The Blessed

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: 
Cumhal called out, bending his head,
till Dathi came and stood,
with a blink in his eyes, at the cave-mouth,
between the wind and the wood.
And Cumhal said, bending his knees,
"I have come by the windy way
and learn to pray when you pray.
"I can bring you salmon out of the streams
and heron out of the skies."
But Dathi folded his hands and smiled
with the secrets of God in his eyes.
And Cumhal saw like a drifting smoke
all manner of blessed souls,
women and children, young men with books,
and old men with croziers and stoles.
"praise God and god's mother,' dathi said,
"for god and god's mother have sent
the blessedest souls that walk in the world
to fill your heart with content."
"And which is the blessedest,' Cumhal said,
"where all are comely and good?
Is it these that with golden thuribles
are singing about the wood?"
"My eyes are blinking,' Dathi said,
"with the secrets of God half blind,
but I can see where the wind goes
and follow the way of the wind;
"And blessedness goes where the wind goes,
and when it is gone we are dead;
I see the blessedest soul in the world
and he nods a drunken head.
"O blessedness comes in the night and the day
and whither the wise heart knows;
And one has seen in the redness of wine
the incorruptible rose,
"That drowsily drops faint leaves on him
and the sweetness of desire,
while time and the world are ebbing away
in twilights of dew and of fire."


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