Louis Untermeyer, ed. (1885–1977). Modern British Poetry. 1920.William Butler Yeats18651939
The Cap and Bells
And once when the owls grew still
He made his soul go upward
And stand on her window sill.
It talked before morn was white,
And it had grown wise by thinking
Of a footfall hushed and light.
She rose in her pale nightgown,
She drew in the brightening casement
And pushed the brass bolt down.
When the bats cried out no more,
In a red and quivering garment
It sang to her through the door.
Of a flutter of flower-like hair,
But she took up her fan from the table
And waved it off on the air.
‘I will send them to her and die.’
And as soon as the morn had whitened
He left them where she went by.
Under a cloud of her hair,
And her red lips sang them a love song.
The stars grew out of the air.
And the heart and the soul came through,
To her right hand came the red one,
To her left hand came the blue.
A chattering wise and sweet,
And her hair was a folded flower,
And the quiet of love her feet.