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William Butler Yeats - A Dramatic Poem
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Aibric [half falling into the keen]. The yew-bough has been
     broken into two,
     And all the birds are scattered - O! O! O!
     Farewell! farewell! [He goes out.]

Dectora. The sword is in the rope -
     The rope`s in two - it falls into the sea,
     It whirls into the foam.  O ancient worm,
     Dragon that loved the world and held us to it,
     You are broken, you are broken.  The world drifts
          away,
     And I am left alone with my beloved,
     Who cannot put me from his sight for ever.
     We are alone for ever, and I laugh,
     Forgael, because you cannot put me from you.
     The mist has covered the heavens, and you and I
     Shall be alone for ever.  We two - this crown -
     I half remember.  It has been in my dreams.
     Bend lower, O king, that I may crown you with it.
     O flower of the branch, 0 bird among the leaves,
     O silver fish that my two hands have taken
     Out of the running stream, O morning star
     Trembling in the blue heavens like a white fawn
     Upon the misty border of the wood,
     Bend lower, that I may cover you with my hair,
     For we will gaze upon this world no longer.

Forgael [gathering Dectora`s hair about him]. Beloved, hav-
     ing dragged the net about us,
     And knitted mesh to mesh, we grow immortal;
     And that old harp awakens of itself
     To cry aloud to the grey birds, and dreams,
     That have had dreams for father, live in us.
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