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DEDICATION TO A。E。
as for living； our servants will do that for us。 ？？_villiers de lisle adam。
helen； when she looked in her mirror； seeing the withered wrinkles made in her face by old age； wept； and wondered why she had twice been carried away。？？leonardo da vinci。
my dear a。e。？？i dedicate this book to you because； whether you think it well or ill written； you will sympathize with the sorrows and the ecstasies of its personages； perhaps even more than i do myself。
although i wrote these stories at different times and in different manners； and without any definite plan； they have but one subject； the war of spiritual with natural order； and how can i dedicate such a book to anyone but to you； the one poet of modern ireland who has moulded a spiritual ecstasy into verse？ my friends in ireland sometimes ask me when i am going to write a really national poem or romance； and by a national poem or romance i understand them to mean a poem or romance founded upon some famous moment of irish history； and built up out of the thoughts and feelings which move the greater number of patriotic irishmen。 i on the other hand believe that poetry and romance cannot be made by the most conscientious study of famous moments and of the thoughts and feelings of others； but only by looking into that little； infinite； faltering； eternal flame that we call ourselves。 if a writer wishes to interest a certain people among whom he has grown up； or fancies he has a duty towards them； he may choose for the symbols of his art their legends； their history； their beliefs； their opinions； because he has a right to choose among things less than himself； but he cannot choose among the substances of art。 so far； however； as this book is visionary it is irish for ireland； which is still predominantly celtic； has preserved with some less excellent things a gift of vision； which has died out among more hurried and more successful nations： no shining candelabra have prevented us from looking into the darkness； and when one looks into the darkness there is always something there。
w。b。 yeats。
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TO THE SECRET ROSE
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far off； most secret； and inviolate rose； enfold me in my hour of hours； where those who sought thee at the holy sepulchre； or in the wine？vat； dwell beyond the stir and tumult of defeated dreams； and deep among pale eyelids heavy with the sleep men have named beauty。 your great leaves enfold the ancient beards； the helms of ruby and gold of the crowned magi； and the king whose eyes saw the pierced hands and rood of elder rise in druid vapour and make the torches dim； till vain frenzy awoke and he died； and him who met fand walking among flaming dew； by a grey shore where the wind never blew； and lost the world and emir for a kiss； and him who drove the gods out of their liss and till a hundred morns had flowered red feasted； and wept the barrows of his dead； and the proud dreaming king who flung the crown and sorrow away； and calling bard and clown dwelt among wine？stained wanderers in deep woods； and him who sold tillage and house and goods； and sought through lands and islands numberless years until he found with laughter and with tears a woman of so shining loveliness that men threshed corn at midnight by a tress； a little stolen tress。 i too await the hour of thy great wind of love and hate。 when shall the stars be blown about the sky； like the sparks blown out of a smithy； and die？ surely thine hour has e； thy great wind blows； far off； most secret； and inviolate rose？
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THE CRUCIFIXION OF THE OUTCAST
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a man； with thin brown hair and a pale face； half ran； half walked； along the road that wound from the south to the town of sligo。 many called him cumhal； the son of cormac； and many called him the swift； wild horse； and he was a gleeman； and he wore a short parti？coloured doublet； and had pointed shoes； and a bulging wallet。 also he was of the blood of the ernaans； and his birth？place was the field of gold； but his eating and sleeping places where the four provinces of eri； and his abiding place was not upon the ridge of the earth。 his eyes strayed from the abbey tower of the white friars and the town battlements to a row of crosses which stood out against the sky upon a hill a little to the eastward of the town； and he clenched his fist； and shook it at the crosses。 he knew they were not empty； for the birds were fluttering about them； and he thought how； as like as not； just such another vagabond as himself was hanged on one of them； and he muttered： if it were hanging or bowstringing； or stoning or beheading； it would be bad enough。 but to have the birds pecking your eyes and the wolves eating your feet！ i would that the red wind of the druids had withered in his cradle the soldier of dathi； who brought the tree of death out of barbarous lands； or that the lightning； when it smote dathi at the foot of the mountain； had smitten him also； or that his grave had been dug by the green？haired and green？toothed merrows deep at the roots of the deep sea。
while he spoke； he shivered from head to foot； and the sweat came out upon his face； and he knew not why； for he had looked upon many crosses。 he passed over two hills and under the battlemented gate； and then round by a left？hand way to the door of the abbey。 it was studded with great nails； and when he knocked at it； he roused the lay brother who was the porter； and of him he asked a place in the guest？house。 then the lay brother took a glowing turf on a shovel； and led the way to a big and naked outhouse strewn with very dirty rushes； and lighted a rush？candle fixed between two of the stones of the wall； and set the glowing turf upon the hearth and gave him two unlighted sods and a wisp of straw； and showed him a blanket hanging from a nail； and a shelf with a loaf of bread and a jug of water； and a tub in a far corner。 then the lay brother left him and went back to his place by the door。 and cumhal the son of cormac began to blow upon the glowing turf that he might light the two sods and the wisp of straw； but the sods and the straw would not light； for they were damp。 so he took off his pointed shoes； and drew the tub out of