Silenced by death in the grave

WB Yeats couldnt save

Why did you stand here

Were you sickened in time

But I know by now

Why did you sit here ?

In the grave



W.B. Yeats Second



Why should I blame her,

That she filled my days

With misery or that she would of late*

Have taught to ignorant men violent ways

Or hurled the little streets upon the great*

Had they but courage

Equal to desire



Sad that Moud Gonne couldnt stay

But she had Mac Bride anyway

And you sit here with me

On the isle Mistree



And your writing down everything

But I know by now

Why did you sit here

In the grave...



Why should I blame her

Had they but courage equal to desire