Yeat's Grave

Silenced by death in the grave
W B Yeat's couldn't save
Why do you stand here
Where you sickened in time
But I Know by now
Why did you sit here?
IN THE GRAVE

W.B. Yeat's "second"

Why should I blame her
That she filled my days
With missery or that she would of late
Her thought to ignorant mean violent ways
Or heared the little screams of the grave
Had they but courage
Eqvae to desire

Sad there Maud Gonne couldn't stay
But she had Mac Bride anyway
And you sit here with me
On the isk luistree
And you writing down anything
But I know by now
Why did you sit there
In the grave

Why should I blame her
Had they but courage eqvae to desire