“With lightning, you went from me, and I could find
Nothing to make a song about”
W.B. Yeats (1865–1939) Irish poet and playwright
Reconciliation http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1568/ <br class="br">The Green Helmet and Other Poems (1910) <br class="br">Context: Some may have blamed you that you took away<br>The verses that could move them on the day<br>When, the ears being deafened, the sight of the eyes blind<br>With lightning, you went from me, and I could find<br>Nothing to make a song about but kings,<br>Helmets, and swords, and half-forgotten things<br>That were like memories of you--but now<br>We'll out, for the world lives as long ago;<br>And while we're in our laughing, weeping fit,<br>Hurl helmets, crowns, and swords into the pit.<br>But, dear, cling close to me; since you were gone,<br>My barren thoughts have chilled me to the bone.