Be you still, be you still, trembling heart; Remember the wisdom out of the old days: Him who trembles before the flame and the flood, And the winds that blow through the starry ways, Let the starry winds and the flame and the flood Cover over and hide, for he has no part With the proud, majestical multitude.
Return to the William Butler Yeats library , or . . . Read the next poem; To Some I Have Talked With By The Fire