CRAZED through much child-bearing <br />The moon is staggering in the sky; <br />Moon-struck by the despairing <br />Glances of her wandering eye <br />We grope, and grope in vain, <br />For children born of her pain. <br />Children dazed or dead! <br />When she in all her virginal pride <br />First trod on the mountain's head <br />What stir ran through the countryside <br />Where every foot obeyed her glance! <br />What manhood led the dance! <br />Fly-catchers of the moon, <br />Our hands are blenched, our fingers seem <br />But slender needles of bone; <br />Blenched by that malicious dream <br />They are spread wide that each <br />May rend what comes in reach.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-crazed-moon/
