Reed-Throated Wisperer

While I, From that reed-throated whisperer
Who comes at need, although not now as once
A clear articulation in the air,
But inwardly, surmise companions
Beyond the fling of the dull ass’s hoof
-Ben Johnson’s phrase- and find when June is come
At Kyle-na-no under that ancient roof
A sterner conscience and a friendlier home,
I can forgive even that wrong of wrongs,
Those undreamt accidents that have made me
-Seeing that Fame has perished this long while,
Being but a part of ancient ceremony-
Notorious, till all my priceless things
Are but a post the passing dogs defile.

William Butler Yeats

Ben Johnson (1573?-1637) was a contemporary of William Shakespeare.  He is perhaps best known for the lines (from “To Celia”)

Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I’ll not look for wine.

Kyle-na-no is a wooded area near Coole.

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