Collected Poems, by William Butler Yeats



LOCKE sank into a swoon;

The Garden died;

God took the spinning-jenny

Out of his side.


Where got I that truth?

Out of a medium’s mouth.

Out of nothing it came,

Out of the forest loam,

Out of dark night where lay

The crowns of Nineveh.

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