Mine and Thine (1904)/To William Butler Yeats

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TO WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Tell us of beauty! Touch thy silver lyre   And bid thy Muse unfold her shining wings!  Tell us of joy—of those unaging things Which wither not, nor are consumed of fire, Things unto which the souls of all aspire!  Sing us the mystic song thine Erin sings,  Her poignant dreams, her weird imaginings, With magic of thy "Land of Heart's Desire!" Let others hate!—from lips not thine be hurled Reproaches; since all hate at last must prove  Abortive, though it triumph for a while. The gospels that indeed have won the world Laid their foundations in the strength of love.  Sing thou, a lover, of thy wave-washed Isle!