The Ballad of Father Gilligan

The man that is now a-poet Sought at my door if I might, Through a dream, be given the secret Of that beauty turned to night.

And to time and time again, That I should find a way to see The wonders of the glade again, Where all my hope and yearning be.

But for love’s sake now at last, I sleep among the willow trees, And morning light, that comes at last, Brings colors soft to my mind’s eyes.

• William Butler Yeats