Silenced by death in the grave
W.B. Yeats couldn't save
Why did you stand there? Were you sickened by time?
But I know by now
Why did you sit here?
In the grave
"Why should I blame her when she filled my days with misery so she would of late have taught to ignorant men violent ways by hurling the little streets upon the great. Had they but courage equal to desire."
Sad that Maud Gonne couldn't stay
But she had MacBride anyway
And you sit here with me on the isle Inishfree
And you're writing down everything
But I know by now
Why do you sit here in the grave
"Why should I blame her? Had they but courage equal to desire."
"Yeats's Grave" by Delores O'Riordan of the Cranberries
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