The Wind Among the Reeds/Hanrahan reproves the Curlew

by William Butler Yeats

HANRAHAN REPROVES THE CURLEW^[1]

O, curlew, cry no more in the air,
Or only to the waters in the West;
Because your crying brings to my mind
Passion-dimmed eyes and long heavy hair
That was shaken out over my breast:
There is enough evil in the crying of wind.

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