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W.B. Yeats (18651939). Responsibilities and Other Poems. 1916.



26. The Cold Heaven





S UDDENLY I saw the cold and rook-delighting Heaven That seemed as though ice burned and was but the more ice, And thereupon imagination and heart were driven So wild that every casual thought of that and this Vanished, and left but memories, that should be out of season 5 With the hot blood of youth, of love crossed long ago; And I took all the blame out of all sense and reason, Until I cried and trembled and rocked to and fro, Riddled with light. Ah! when the ghost begins to quicken, Confusion of the death-bed over, is it sent 10 Out naked on the roads, as the books say, and stricken By the injustice of the skies for punishment?



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