Here you will find the Poem In Memory Of John Butler Yeats of poet Padraic Colum
'TO-NIGHT,' you said, 'to-night, all Ireland round The curlews call.' The dinner-talk went on, And I knew what you heard and what you saw, That left you for a little while withdrawn- The lonely land, the lonely-crying birds! Your words, your breath is gone! O uncaught spirit, we'll remember you By those remote and ever-flying birds Adown the Shannon's reach, or crying through The mist between Clew Bay and Dublin Bay!
