Silenced by death in the grave 
WB Yeats couldn't save 
Why did you stand here 
Were you sickened in time 
But I know by now 
Why did you sit here? 
In the GRAVE 
W.B. Yeats "Second" 
Why should I blame her 
That she filled my days 
With misery or that she would of late 
Have taught to ignorant men violent ways 
Or hurled the little street upon the greant 
Had they but courage 
Equal to desire 
Sad that Maud Gonne couldn't stay 
But she had Mac Bride anyway 
And you sit here with me 
On the isle Inistee 
And your writing down everything 
But I know by now 
Why did you sit here 
In a grave ... 
Why should I blame her 
Had they but courage equal to desire