But count who come for the broken meats before thou makest a feast. Kamal has gripped him by the hand, and set him upon his feet. What dam of lances brought thee forth to jest at the dawn with Death?" 50 Take up the mare for my father's gift,-by God, she has carried a man!” 60 The red mare ran to the Colonel's son, and nuzzled her nose in his breast; "We be two strong men," said Kamal then, "but she loveth the younger best. The Colonel's son a pistol drew, and held it muzzle-end: 70 "Ye have taken the one from a foe," said he; "will ye take the mate from a friend?" And thou must eat the White Queen's meat, and all her foes are thine, 80 They have looked each other between the eyes, and there they found no fault, And two have come back to Fort Bukloh where there went forth but one. Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet 90 When two strong men stand face to face, though they come from the ends of the earth. (1889) I byres. Stables. a ling. Heather. 3 harry. Attack. 4 had. Would have. THE BALLAD OF MOLL MAGEE WILLIAM B. YEATS Come round me, little childer; My man was a poor fisher And sometimes from the saltin' shed, Under the blessed moonlight, I'd always been but weakly, And my baby was just born; A neighbor minded her by day, I minded her till morn. I lay upon my baby; Ye little childer dear, I looked on my cold baby 10 When the morn grew frosty and clear. A weary woman sleeps so hard! And gave me money, and bade me go He drove me out and shut the door, I went away in silence, No neighbor could I see. The windows and the doors were shut, I went away in silence; Beyond old Martin's byre2 I saw a kindly neighbor Blowin' her mornin' fire. 21 30 They slowly into millions grew, And leaves shook in the wind; And God covered the world with shade, And whispered to mankind. Upon the time of sparrow chirp, 20 But always, as I'm movin' round, Without doors or within, When the moths came once more, The old priest Peter Gilligan Stood upright on the floor. 3 keenin', Lamenting. Loud sang the souls of the jolly, jolly mariners, Crying: "Under Heaven, here is neither lead nor lea! Must we sing for evermore On the windless, glassy floor? Take back your golden fiddles and we'll beat to open sea!" Then stooped the Lord, and He called the good sea up to Him, And 'stablished his borders unto all eternity, That such as have no pleasure For to praise the Lord by measure, They may enter into galleons and serve Him on the sea. 60 Into the narrowing channel, between the shore And the sunk torpedoes lying in treacherous rank; She turned but a yard too short; a muffled roar, A mountainous wave, and she rolled, righted, and sank. Over the manhole, up in the iron-clad tower, Pilot and Captain met as they turned to fly: The hundredth part of a moment seemed an hour, For one could pass to be saved, and one must die. 20 They stood like men in a dream: Craven spoke, Spoke as he lived and fought, with a Captain's pride, "After you, Pilot." The pilot woke, Down the ladder he went, and Craven died. |