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The Host of the Air
William Butler Yeats


O'Driscoll drove with a song
The wild duck and the drake
From the tall and tufted reeds
Of the drear Hart Lake.

And he saw how the reeds grew dark
With the coming of night-tide,
And he dreamt of the long dim hair
Of Brigid his bride.


He heard as he sang and he dreamed
A piper, piping away
And never was piping so sad
And never was piping so gay.

And he saw young men and young girls
Dance in a level place,
And Brigid his bride among them,
With a sad and a gay face.

The dancers crowded around him
And many a sweet thing said,
And a young man brought him red wine,
And a young girl white bread.

But Brigid drew him by the sleeve
Away from the merry bands,
To old men playing at cards
With a twinkling of ancient hands.

The bread and the wine had a doom,
For these were the host of the air;
And he sat and he played in a dream
On her long dim hair.

He played with the merry old men
And he thought not of evil chance,
Until one bore Brigid his bride
Away to the merry dance.

He bore her way in his arms,
The handsomest young man there,
And his neck and his breast and his arms
Were drowned in her long dim hair.

O'Driscoll scattered the cards,
And out of his dream awoke
Old men and young men and youngs girls
Were gone like a drifting smoke.

But he heard, high up in the air
A piper piping away,
And never was piping so sad,
And never was piping so gay.



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