Silenced by death in the grave

W b yeats couldn't save

Why did you stand there

'where 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 street upon the great

Had they but courage

Equals to desire



Sad that maud gonne couldn't stay

But she had mac bride anyway

And you sit here with me

On the isle inisfree



And you 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 equals to desire




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