William Butler Yeats

Responsibilities And Other Poems William Butler Yeats

Pardon, old fathers, if you still remainSomewhere in ear-shot for the story's end, Old Dublin merchant 'free of ten and four'Or trading out of Galway into Spain; And country scholar, Robert Emmet's friend, A hundred-year-old memory to the poor; Traders or soldiers who have left me bloodThat has not passed through any huxter's loin, Pardon, and you that did not weigh the cost, Old Butlers when you took to horse and stoodBeside the brackish waters of the BoyneTill your bad master blenched and all was lost; You merchant skipper that leaped overboardAfter a ragged hat in Biscay Bay, You most of all, silent and fierce old manBecause you were the spectacle that stirredMy fancy, and set my boyish lips to say'Only the wasteful virtues earn the sun'; Pardon that for a barren passion's sake, Although I have come close on forty-nineI have no child, I have nothing but a book, Nothing but that to prove your blood an