The Complete Works. William Butler Yeats

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may wander

      Among the windy meadows of the dawn.’

      But why are they still waiting? why are they

      Circling and circling over the masthead?

      What power that is more mighty than desire

      To hurry to their hidden happiness

      Withholds them now? Have the ever-living ones

      A meaning in that circling overhead?

      But what’s the meaning? [He cries out.] Why do you linger there?

      Why do you not run to your desire,

      Now that you have happy winged bodies?

      [His voice sinks again.

      Being too busy in the air and the high air,

      They cannot hear my voice; but what’s the meaning?

      [The SAILORS have returned. DECTORA is with them. She is dressed in pale green, with copper ornaments on her dress, and has a copper crown upon her head. Her hair is dull red.

      FORGAEL.

       [Turning and seeing her.]

      Why are you standing with your eyes upon me?

      You are not the world’s core. O no, no, no!

      That cannot be the meaning of the birds.

      You are not its core. My teeth are in the world,

      But have not bitten yet.

      DECTORA.

      I am a queen,

      And ask for satisfaction upon these

      Who have slain my husband and laid hands upon me.

      [Breaking loose from the SAILORS who are holding her.]

      Let go my hands!

      FORGAEL.

      Why do you cast a shadow?

      Where do you come from? Who brought you to this place?

      They would not send me one that casts a shadow.

      DECTORA.

      Would that the storm that overthrew my ships,

      And drowned the treasures of nine conquered nations,

      And blew me hither to my lasting sorrow,

      Had drowned me also. But, being yet alive,

      I ask a fitting punishment for all

      That raised their hands against him.

      FORGAEL.

      There are some

      That weigh and measure all in these waste seas—

      They that have all the wisdom that’s in life,

      And all that prophesying images

      Made of dim gold rave out in secret tombs;

      They have it that the plans of kings and queens

      Are dust on the moth’s wing; that nothing matters

      But laughter and tears—laughter, laughter, and tears;

      That every man should carry his own soul

      Upon his shoulders.

      DECTORA.

      You’ve nothing but wild words,

      And I would know if you will give me vengeance.

      FORGAEL.

      When she finds out I will not let her go—

      When she knows that.

      DECTORA.

      What is it that you are muttering—

      That you’ll not let me go? I am a queen.

      FORGAEL.

      Although you are more beautiful than any,

      I almost long that it were possible;

      But if I were to put you on that ship,

      With sailors that were sworn to do your will,

      And you had spread a sail for home, a wind

      Would rise of a sudden, or a wave so huge,

      It had washed among the stars and put them out,

      And beat the bulwark of your ship on mine,

      Until you stood before me on the deck—

      As now.

      DECTORA.

      Does wandering in these desolate seas

      And listening to the cry of wind and wave

      Bring madness?

      FORGAEL.

      Queen, I am not mad.

      DECTORA.

      And yet you say the water and the wind

      Would rise against me.

      FORGAEL.

      No, I am not mad—

      If it be not that hearing messages

      From lasting watchers, that outlive the moon,

      At the most quiet midnight is to be stricken.

      DECTORA.

      And did those watchers bid you take me captive?

      FORGAEL.

      Both you and I are taken in the net.

      It was their hands that plucked the winds awake

      And blew you hither; and their mouths have promised

      I shall have love in their immortal fashion.

      They gave me that old harp of the nine spells

      That

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