| Louis Untermeyer, ed. (18851977). Modern British Poetry. 1920. |
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| William Butler Yeats. 1865 |
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| 45. The Song of the Old Mother |
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| I RISE in the dawn, and I kneel and blow | |
| Till the seed of the fire flicker and glow. | |
| And then I must scrub, and bake, and sweep, | |
| Till stars are beginning to blink and peep; | |
| But the young lie long and dream in their bed | 5 |
| Of the matching of ribbons, the blue and the red, | |
| And their day goes over in idleness, | |
| And they sigh if the wind but lift up a tress. | |
| While I must work, because I am old | |
| And the seed of the fire gets feeble and cold. | 10 |
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