Come play with me;
Why should you run
Through the shaking tree
As though I’d a gun
To strike you dead?
When all I would do
Is to scratch your head
And let you go.
(William Butler Yeats)
More Poetry from William Butler Yeats:
- A Man Young And Old (William Butler Yeats Poems)
- A Lover's Quarrel Among the Fairies (William Butler Yeats Poems)
- A Deep-Sworn Vow (William Butler Yeats Poems)
- The Dolls (William Butler Yeats Poems)
- Anashuya And Vijaya (William Butler Yeats Poems)
- The Ghost Of Roger Casement (William Butler Yeats Poems)