When life pulsed well within my heart, Good strength in every limb,
His deathless psyche helped keep it so,
Propelled it felt by him.
Rain-soaked Bundoran’s beach sad,
Rosses Point had threatening skies,
Yet dissolved of all gloom when by his grave,
Who by Benbulben lies.
Entranced I felt, Elysian sun,
Ever shining, ne’er going down,
A presence unseen, but doubtless felt,
Permeating all around.
‘Neath Drumcliffes stones, those earthlings say,
No –one’s there until he dies,
Immortal, I say, he’ll still live on,
Who by Benbulben lies.
If tired out, by life’s strain bent,
If by myself no more,
Without assistance e’er to pass,
Out through my dwelling door.
Oh pick me up, ‘twould tonic be,
And from near death I’d rise,
If you’d take me to the grave of Yeats,
Who by Benbulben lies.