Yeats died Saturday in France. <br />Freedom from his animal <br />Has come at last in alien Nice, <br />His heart beat separate from his will: <br />He knows at last the old abyss <br />Which always faced his staring face. <br /> <br />No ability, no dignity <br />Can fail him now who trained so long <br />For the outrage of eternity, <br />Teaching his heart to beat a song <br />In which man's strict humanity, <br />Erect as a soldier, became a tongue.<br /><br />Delmore Schwartz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yeats-died-saturday-in-france/
