by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS (1865-1939)
We sat together at one summer’s end,
That beautiful mild woman, your close friend,
And you and I, and talked of poetry.
I said, "A line will take us hours maybe;
Yet if it does not seem a moment’s thought,
Our stitching and unstitching has been naught.
Better go down upon your marrow-bones
And scrub a kitchen pavement, or break stones
Like an old pauper, in all kinds of weather;
For to articulate sweet sounds together
Is to work harder than all these, and yet
Be thought an idler by the noisy set
Of bankers, schoolmasters, and clergymen
The martyrs call the world.
That beautiful mild woman for whose sake
There’s many a one shall find out all heartache
On finding that her voice is sweet and low
Replied, "To be born woman is to know—
Although they do not talk of it at school—
That we must labour to be beautiful."
I said, "It’s certain there is no fine thing
Since Adam’s fall but needs much labouring.
There have been lovers who thought love should be
So much compounded of high courtesy
That they would sigh and quote with learned looks
precedents out of beautiful old books;
Yet now it seems an idle trade enough."
We sat grown quiet at the name of love;
We saw the last embers of daylight die,
And in the trembling blue-green of the sky
A moon, worn as if it had been a shell
Washed by time’s waters as they rose and fell
About the stars and broke in days and years.
I had a thought for no one’s but your ears:
That you were beautiful, and that I strove
To love you in the old high way of love;
That it had all seemed happy, and yet we’d grown
As weary-hearted as that hollow moon.
Yeats fell in love with Maude Gonne, a woman involved in the movement for Irish independence and a women’s rights activist. He wanted to marry her enough to keep proposing despite her continuous objections. Gonne decided to marry another suitor, Major John MacBride and Yeats had to content himself with basing characters in several of his poems upon her. MacBride was executed executed by the British for his participation in the 1916 Easter Rising. Yeats took another shot at marrying Gonne but she still refused. He then tried to marry her 23-year-old daughter, Iseult. That same year (1917), the 52-year-old Yeats married 25-year-old Georgie Hyde-Lees.