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Poem Title:  To A Wealthy Man Who Promised A Second Subscription To The Dublin Municipal Gallery If It Were

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: 
You gave, but will not give again
until enough of paudeen's pence
by Biddy's halfpennies have lain
to be 'some sort of evidence',
before you'll put your guineas down,
that things it were a pride to give
are what the blind and ignorant town
imagines best to make it thrive.
What cared duke ercole, that bid
his mummers to the market-place,
what th' onion-sellers thought or did
so that his plautus set the pace
for the Italian comedies?
And guidobaldo, when he made
that grammar school of courtesies
where wit and beauty learned their trade
upon Urbino's windy hill,
had sent no runners to and fro
that he might learn the shepherds' will
and when they drove out cosimo,
indifferent how the rancour ran,
he gave the hours they had set free
to Michelozzo's latest plan
for the San Marco Library,
whence turbulent Italy should draw
delight in art whose end is peace,
in logic and in natural law
by sucking at the dugs of Greece.
Your open hand but shows our loss,
for he knew better how to live.
Let paudeens play at pitch and toss,
look up in the sun's eye and give
what the exultant heart calls good
that some new day may breed the best
because you gave, not what they would,
but the right twigs for an eagle's nest!



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