I have heard the pigeons of the Seven Woods
Make their faint thunder, and the garden bees
Hum in the lime-tree flowers; and put away
The unavailing outcries and the old bitterness
That empty the heart. I have forgot awhile
Tara uprooted, and new commonness
Upon the throne and crying about the streets
And hanging its paper flowers from post to post,
Because it is alone of all things happy.
I am contented, for I know that Quiet
Wanders laughing and eating her wild heart
Among pigeons and bees, while that Great Archer,
Who but awaits His hour to shoot, still hangs
A cloudy quiver over Pairc-na-lee.
William Butler Yeats
(13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939)
In celebration of William Butler Yeats, born 146 years ago, here is the lime tree of which he speaks:
It is Tilia tomentosa, in the Family Malvaceae, which includes hibiscus, and mallow, and okra.
I know well the hum of bees among flowers, but the thought of the faint thunder of pigeons. . . wonderful!