The whole stanza from the poem "Under Ben Bulben" that's quoted on his epitaph:
Under bare Ben Bulben's head In Drumcliff churchyard Yeats is laid, An ancestor was rector there Long years ago; a church stands near, By the road an ancient Cross. No marble, no conventional phrase, On limestone quarried near the spot By his command these words are cut:
Cast a cold eye On life, on death. Horseman, pass by!
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That's a lovely epitaph. It's nice to see that tombstone so well taken care of.
ReplyDeleteThe whole stanza from the poem "Under Ben Bulben" that's quoted on his epitaph:
ReplyDeleteUnder bare Ben Bulben's head
In Drumcliff churchyard Yeats is laid,
An ancestor was rector there
Long years ago; a church stands near,
By the road an ancient Cross.
No marble, no conventional phrase,
On limestone quarried near the spot
By his command these words are cut:
Cast a cold eye
On life, on death.
Horseman, pass by!
Such a nice post! I haven't read much Yeats -- but you've inspired me. :-)
ReplyDeleteNice.
ReplyDeleteMae, thanks for posting this.
ReplyDeleteThat's lovely.
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