William Butler Yeats

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1. Shepherd

   
   That cry's from the first cuckoo of the year.
   I wished before it ceased.

   Goatherd

   
   Nor bird nor beast
   Could make me wish for anything this day,
   Being old, but that the old alone might die,
   And that would be against God's providence.
   Let the young wish. But what has brought you here?
   Never until this moment have we met
   Where my goats browse on the scarce grass or leap
   From stone to Stone.

2. Shepherd

   
   I am looking for strayed sheep;
   Something has troubled me and in my trouble
   I let them stray. I thought of rhyme alone,
   For rhyme can beat a measure out of trouble
   And make the daylight sweet once more; but when
   I had driven every rhyme into its place
   The sheep had gone from theirs.

   Goatherd

   
   I know right well
   What turned so good a shepherd from his charge.

3. Shepherd

   
   He that was best in every country sport
   And every country craft, and of us all
   Most courteous to slow age and hasty youth,
   Is dead.

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   Goatherd

   
   The boy that brings my griddle-cake
   Brought the bare news.

4. Shepherd

   
   He had thrown the crook away
   And died in the great war beyond the sea.

   Goatherd

   
   He had often played his pipes among my hills,
   And when he played it was their loneliness,
   The exultation of their stone, that cried
   Under his fingers.

5. Shepherd

   
   I had it from his mother,
   And his own flock was browsing at the door.

   Goatherd

   
   How does she bear her grief? There is not a shepherd
   But grows more gentle when he speaks her name,
   Remembering kindness done, and how can I,
   That found when I had neither goat nor grazing
   New welcome and old wisdom at her fire
   Till winter blasts were gone, but speak of her
   Even before his children and his wife.

6. Shepherd

   
   She goes about her house erect and calm
   Between the pantry and the linen-chest,
   Or else at meadow or at grazing overlooks
   Her labouring men, as though her darling lived,
   But for her grandson now; there is no change
   But such as I have Seen upon her face
   Watching our shepherd sports at harvest-time
   When her son's turn was over.

   Goatherd

   
   Sing your song.
   I too have rhymed my reveries, but youth
   Is hot to show whatever it has found,
   And till that's done can neither work nor wait.
   Old goatherds and old goats, if in all else
   Youth can excel them in accomplishment,
   Are learned in waiting.

7. Shepherd

   
   You cannot but have seen
   That he alone had gathered up no gear,
   Set carpenters to work on no wide table,
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   As others will, when first they take possession,
   But left the house as in his father's time
   As though he knew himself, as it were, a cuckoo,
   No settled man. And now that he is gone
   There's nothing of him left but half a score
   Of sorrowful, austere, sweet, lofty pipe tunes.

   Goatherd

   
   You have put the thought in rhyme.

8. Shepherd

   
   I worked all day,
   And when 'twas done so little had I done
   That maybe “I am sorry” in plain prose
   Had sounded better to your mountain fancy.

9. Shepherd (sings)

   
   'Like the speckled bird that steers
   Thousands of leagues oversea,
   And runs or a while half-flies
   On his yellow legs through our meadows,
   He stayed for a while; and we
   Had scarcely accustomed our ears
   To his speech at the break of day,
   Had scarcely accustomed our eyes
   To his shape at the rinsing-pool
   Among the evening shadows,
   When he vanished from ears and eyes.
   I might have wished on the day
   He came, but man is a fool.'

   Goatherd

   
   You sing as always of the natural life,
   And I that made like music in my youth
   Hearing it now have sighed for that young man
   And certain lost companions of my own.

10. Shepherd

    
    They say that on your barren mountain ridge
    You have measured out the road that the soul treads
    When it has vanished from our natural eyes;
    That you have talked with apparitions.

    Goatherd

    
    Indeed
    My daily thoughts since the first stupor of youth
    Have found the path my goats' feet cannot find.

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11. Shepherd

    
    Sing, for it may be that your thoughts have plucked
    Some medicable herb to make our grief
    Less bitter.

    Goatherd

    
    They have brought me from that ridge
    Seed-pods and flowers that are not all wild poppy.

12. Goatherd (sings)

    
    'He grows younger every second
    That were all his birthdays reckoned
    Much too solemn seemed;
    Because of what he had dreamed,
    Or the ambitions that he served,
    Much too solemn and reserved.
    Jaunting, journeying
    To his own dayspring,
    He unpacks the loaded pern
    Of all 'twas pain or joy to learn,
    Of all that he had made.
    The outrageous war shall fade;
    At some old winding whitethorn root
    He'll practise on the shepherd's flute,
    Or on the close-cropped grass
    Court his shepherd lass,
    Or put his heart into some game
    Till daytime, playtime seem the same;
    Knowledge he shall unwind
    Through victories of the mind,
    Till, clambering at the cradle-side,
    He dreams himself his mother's pride,
    All knowledge lost in trance
    Of sweeter ignorance.'

    Shepherd

    
    When I have shut these ewes and this old ram
    Into the fold, we'll to the woods and there
    Cut out our rhymes on strips of new-torn bark
    But put no name and leave them at her door.
    To know the mountain and the valley have grieved
    May be a quiet thought to wife and mother,
    And children when they spring up shoulder-high.

@incollection{E910001-059,
  author 	 = {William Butler Yeats},
  title 	 = {Shepherd and Goatherd},
  editor 	 = {Richard J. Finneran},
  booktitle 	 = {The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats},
  publisher 	 = {Macmillan Press},
  address 	 = { London},
  date 	 = {1991},
  pages 	 = {142–145}
}
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