Yeats` Grave

Silenced by death in the grave WB Yeats couldn't save Why did you stand here Were you sickened in time But I know by now Why did you sit here? In the GRAVE W.B. Yeats "Second" Why should I blame her That she filled my days With misery or that she would of late Have taught to ignorant men violent ways Or hurled the little street upon the greant Had they but courage Equal to desire Sad that Maud Gonne couldn't stay But she had Mac Bride anyway And you sit here with me On the isle Inistee And your writing down everything But I know by now Why did you sit here In a grave ... Why should I blame her Had they but courage equal to desire