SUDDENLY I saw the cold and rook-delighting heaven <br />That seemed as though ice burned and was but the more ice, <br />And thereupon imagination and heart were driven <br />So wild that every casual thought of that and this <br />Vanished, and left but memories, that should be out of season <br />With the hot blood of youth, of love crossed long ago; <br />And I took all thc blame out of all sense and reason, <br />Until I cried and trembled and rocked to and fro, <br />Riddled with light. Ah! when the ghost begins to quicken, <br />Confusion of the death-bed over, is it sent <br />Out naked on the roads, as the books say, and stricken <br />By the injustice of the skies for punishment?<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cold-heaven/
