THERE all the golden codgers lay, <br />There the silver dew, <br />And the great water sighed for love, <br />And the wind sighed too. <br />Man-picker Niamh leant and sighed <br />By Oisin on the grass; <br />There sighed amid his choir of love <br />Tall pythagoras. <br />plotinus came and looked about, <br />The salt-flakes on his breast, <br />And having stretched and yawned awhile <br />Lay sighing like the rest. <br />Straddling each a dolphin's back <br />And steadied by a fin, <br />Those Innocents re-live their death, <br />Their wounds open again. <br />The ecstatic waters laugh because <br />Their cries are sweet and strange, <br />Through their ancestral patterns dance, <br />And the brute dolphins plunge <br />Until, in some cliff-sheltered bay <br />Where wades the choir of love <br />Proffering its sacred laurel crowns, <br />They pitch their burdens off.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/news-for-the-delphic-oracle/
