A Gentle Reminder

Crimson wind behind the fairy stars,

Speckled horses on a dreary farm.

Let me walk among the fairly young,

And let me see what will be done.

Spring Sun

Behind noisy birds and tired clouds, the spring sun peeks.

None are allowed to seek,

The fogotten winter long gone by,

Or to sleep late in the morning eye.

At Galway Races

By: W. B. Yeats (1865-1939)

HERE where the course is,
Delight makes all of the one mind,
The riders upon the galloping horses,
The crowd that closes in behind:
We, too, had good attendance once,
Hearers and hearteners of the work;
Aye, horsemen for companions,
Before the merchant and the clerk
Breathed on the world with timid breath.
Sing on: somewhere at some new moon,
We'll learn that sleeping is not death,
Hearing the whole earth change its tune,
Its flesh being wild, and it again
Crying aloud as the racecourse is,
And we find hearteners among men
That ride upon horses.