Poems of W.B. Yeats: The Rose
What happens when those words are “hardly out” of his mouth?
The Second Coming bt Yeats
The Second Coming bt Yeats
The speaker sees a vision of,
a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.