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Yeats, W B - The Wanderings of Oisin - But now a wandering land breeze came And a far sound of feathery quires
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W B Yeats – Collected Poems
From The Wanderings of Oisin
But now a wandering land breeze came
And a far sound of feathery quires;
It seemed to blow from the dying flame
They seemed to sing in the smouldering fires
The horse towards the music raced
Neighing along the lifeless waste;
Like sooty fingers, many a tree
Rose ever out of the warm sea;
And they were trembling ceaselessly
As though they all were beating time,
Upon the centre of the sun
To that low laughing woodland rhyme
And now our wandering hours were done
We cantered to the shore and knew
The reason of the trembling trees
Round every branch the song birds flew
Or clung thereon like swarming bees
While round the shore a million stood
Like drops of frozen rainbow light
And pondered in a soft vain mood
Upon their shadows in the tide
And told the purple deeps their pride
And murmured snatches of delight