Silenced by death in the grave
W b yeats couldn't save
Why did you stand there
Where you sickened in time
But I know by now
Why did you sit here?
In the grave
Wb yeats second
Why should I blame her
That she filled my days
With misery or that she would of late
Have taught to ignorant men violent ways
Or hurled the little street upon the great
Had they but courage
Equals to desire
Sad that maud gonne couldn't stay
But she had mac bride anyway
And you sit here with me
On the isle inisfree
And you writing down everything
But I know by now
Why did you sit here
In the grave
Why should I blame her
Had they but courage equals to desire
