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- THE SHADOWY WATERS
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- To Lady Gregory
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- I walked among the seven woods of Coole:
- Shan-walla, where a willow-hordered pond
- Gathers the wild duck from the winter dawn;
- Shady Kyle-dortha; sunnier Kyle-na-no,
- Where many hundred squirrels are as happy
- As though they had been hidden hy green houghs
- Where old age cannot find them; Paire-na-lee,
- Where hazel and ash and privet hlind the paths:
- Dim Pairc-na-carraig, where the wild bees fling
- Their sudden fragrances on the green air;
- Dim Pairc-na-tarav, where enchanted eyes
- Have seen immortal, mild, proud shadows walk;
- Dim Inchy wood, that hides badger and fox
- And marten-cat, and borders that old wood
- Wise Buddy Early called the wicked wood:
- Seven odours, seven murmurs, seven woods.
- I had not eyes like those enchanted eyes,
- Yet dreamed that beings happier than men
- Moved round me in the shadows, and at night
- My dreams were clown hy voices and by fires;
- And the images I have woven in this story
- Of Forgael and Dectora and the empty waters
- Moved round me in the voices and the fires,
- And more I may not write of, for they that cleave
- The waters of sleep can make a chattering tongue
- Heavy like stone, their wisdom being half silence.
- How shall I name you, immortal, mild, proud shadows?
- I only know that all we know comes from you,
- And that you come from Eden on flying feet.
- Is Eden far away, or do you hide
- From human thought, as hares and mice and coneys
- That run before the reaping-hook and lie
- In the last ridge of the barley? Do our woods
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- And winds and ponds cover more quiet woods,
- More shining winds, more star-glimmering ponds?
- Is Eden out of time and out of space?
- And do you gather about us when pale light
- Shining on water and fallen among leaves,
- And winds blowing from flowers, and whirr of feathers
- And the green quiet, have uplifted the heart?
- I have made this poem for you, that men may read it
- Before they read of Forgael and Dectora,
- As men in the old times, before the harps began,
- Poured out wine for the high invisible ones.
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