Silenced by death in the grave
William Butler Yeats couldn't save
Why did you stand here
Where you sickened in time
But I know by now
Why did you sit here?
In the grave
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 streets upon the great
Had they but courage
Equal to desire
Sad that Maud Gonne couldn't stay
She had MacBride anyway
And you sit here with me
On the isle Inisfree
And you're writing down anything
But I know by now
Why did you sit here?
In the grave
Why should I blame her?
Had they but courage equal to desire
Had they but courage equal to desire