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William Butler Yeats - Red Hanrahan's Song About Ireland

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THE old brown thorn-trees break in two high over Cummen Strand, <br />Under a bitter black wind that blows from the left hand; <br />Our courage breaks like an old tree in a black wind and dies, <br />But we have hidden in our hearts the flame out of the eyes <br />Of Cathleen, the daughter of Houlihan. <br />The wind has bundled up the clouds high over Knock- narea, <br />And thrown the thunder on the stones for all that Maeve can say. <br />Angers that are like noisy clouds have set our hearts abeat; <br />But we have all bent low and low and kissed the quiet feet <br />Of Cathleen, the daughter of Houlihan. <br />The yellow pool has overflowed high up on Clooth-na-Bare, <br />For the wet winds are blowing out of the clinging air; <br />Like heavy flooded waters our bodies and our blood; <br />But purer than a tall candle before the Holy Rood <br />Is Cathleen, the daughter of Houlihan.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/red-hanrahan-s-song-about-ireland/

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