WB Yeats couldn?t save
Why did you stand here
Were you sickened in time
But I know by now
Why did you sit here ?
In the grave

W.B. Yeats ?Second?

?Why should I blame her,
That she filled my days
With misery or that she would of late*
Have taught to ignorant men violent ways
Or hurled the little streets upon the great*
Had they but courage
Equal to desire?

Sad that Moud Gonne couldn?t stay
But she had Mac Bride anyway
And you sit here with me
On the isle Mistree

And your writing down everything
But I know by now
Why did you sit here
In the grave...

Why should I blame her
Had they but courage equal to desire