Famous Poets collection of free poems and free poetry
Home| What's New| Search Poetry| About US| E-Mail Poem a day| Privacy Policy|
  Children Poems
  Englands Poets
  Fathers/ Fathers day Poems
  Friendship Poems
  General Poems
  Graduation Poems
  Humerous/ Funny Poems
  In Memoriam
  Love Poems
  Mothers/ Mothers day Poems
  Mystical/ Mythology
  Nature Poems
  Poems of Hope
  Remembrance Poems
  Spiritual/ Religious Poems
  Spring Poems
  Summer Poems
  Thought provoking/ sad Poems
  War Poems
  Wedding Poetry
  Winter Poems
  Top Viewed Poetry
  Top rated Poetry
  All Poets
  All Poems
  Poet of the Day
  Poem of the Day
  Site Map

Total Views:  652  
        Rating:  0  
This Poetry has been rated 0 times  
Rate This Poem:      
Poem Title:  The Host Of The Air

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

O'Driscol drove with a song
the wild duck and the drake
from the tall and the tufted reeds
of the drear Hart Lake.
And he saw how the reeds grew dark
at the coming of night-tide,
and dreamed of the long dim hair
of Bridget his bride.
He heard while he sang and dreamed
a piper piping away,
and never was piping so sad,
and never was piping so gay.
And he saw young men and young girls
who danced on a level place,
and Bridget his bride among them,
with a sad and a gay face.
The dancers crowded about him
and many a sweet thing said,
and a young man brought him red wine
and a young girl white bread.
But Bridget drew him by the sleeve
away from the merry bands,
to old men playing at cards
with a twinkling of ancient hands.
The bread and the wine had a doom,
for these were the host of the air;
he sat and played in a dream
of her long dim hair.
He played with the merry old men
and thought not of evil chance,
until one bore Bridget his bride
away from the merry dance.
He bore her away in his arms,
the handsomest young man there,
and his neck and his breast and his arms
were drowned in her long dim hair.
O'Driscoll scattered the cards
and out of his dream awoke:
old men and young men and young girls
were gone like a drifting smoke;
but he heard high up in the air
a piper piping away,
and never was piping so sad,
and never was piping so gay.

Designed & Developed By Elitesofttech

Love Poems and Love Poetry | Funny Poems and Funny Poetry | Mothers Day Poems and Mothers Day Poetry | Fathers Day Poems and Fathers Day Poetry | Free Poems and Free Poetry | Famous Poems and Famous Poetry | Childrens/Teen Poems and Childrens/Teen Poetry | Wedding Poems and Wedding Poetry | War Poems and War Poetry | Sad Poems and Sad Poetry | Friendship Poems and Friendship Poetry | Graduation Poems and Graduation Poetry