Defenceless under the night Our world in stupor lies; Yet, dotted everywhere, Ironic points of light Flash out wherever the Just Exchange their messages: May I, composed like them Of Eros and of dust, Beleaguered by the same Negation and despair, Show an affirming flame.

Acts of injustice done Between the setting and the rising sun In history lie like bones, each one.

Intellectual disgrace Stares from every human face, And the seas of pity lie Locked and frozen in each eye.

Earth, receive an honored guest; William Yeats is laid to rest. Let the Irish vessel lie Emptied of its poetry.

Out on the lawn I lie in bed, Vega conspicuous overhead.

It takes little talent to see what lies under one's nose, a good deal to know in what direction to point that organ.