WINDLE-STRAWS

The Database of Ornament “O”
The Database of Ornament “B”

        I. O’SULLIVAN RUA TO THE CURLEW

            O CURLEW, cry no more in the air,
                 Or only to 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.

        2. OUT OF THE OLD DAYS

            BE you still, be you still, trembling heart ;
                 Remember the wisdom out of the old days :
                        Who trembles before the flame and the flood,
                 And the winds blowing through the starry ways,
                        And blowing us evil and good ;
                        Let the starry winds and the flame and the flood
            Cover over and hide, for he has no part
                        With the lonely, proud, wingèd multitude.

                                                                         W. B. YEATS.