Love came calling with hands of air
unfulfilled and yearning,
desirous of a princess fair,
passion strongly burning.
The quest born in a young man’s dream,
paid on a quiet night,
was answered by a mighty queen,
whose heirs brought it to light.
The queen who saw a mighty king
greet his love in the night
paused when she heard the lovers sing
the song of swans in flight.
This is my response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty (each day a new Yeats quote).
“out of the dark air over her head there came
A murmur of soft words and meeting lips” – W.B. Yeats
Image source: wikimedia.org (Aengus, of Irish mythology)