These Are The Clouds

William Butler Yeats

THESE are the clouds about the fallen sun,
The majesty that shuts his burning eye:
The weak lay hand on what the strong has done,
Till that be tumbled that was lifted high
And discord follow upon unison,
And all things at one common level lie.
And therefore, friend, if your great race were run
And these things came, So much the more thereby
Have you made greatness your companion,
Although it be for children that you sigh:
These are the clouds about the fallen sun,
The majesty that shuts his burning eye.

Next 10 Poems

• William Butler Yeats : Those Dancing Days Are Gone
• William Butler Yeats : Those Images
• William Butler Yeats : Three Marching Songs
• William Butler Yeats : Three Movements
• William Butler Yeats : Three Songs To The One Burden
• William Butler Yeats : Three Songs To The Same Tune
• William Butler Yeats : Three Things
• William Butler Yeats : To A Child Dancing In The Wind
• William Butler Yeats : To A Friend Whose Work Has Come To Nothing
• William Butler Yeats : To A Poet, Who Would Have Me Praise Certain Bad Poets, Imitators Of His And Mine

Previous 10 Poems

• William Butler Yeats : The Withering Of The Boughs
• William Butler Yeats : The Witch
• William Butler Yeats : The Winding Stair And Other Poems
• William Butler Yeats : The Wild Swans At Coole
• William Butler Yeats : The Wild Old Wicked Man
• William Butler Yeats : The White Birds
• William Butler Yeats : The Wheel
• William Butler Yeats : The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book Iii
• William Butler Yeats : The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book Ii
• William Butler Yeats : The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book I