Yeat's Grave

Silenced by death in a grave W B Yeat's 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, in the grave In the grave, in the grave Why should I blame her That she filled my days with misery Or that she would of late have taught to ignorant men Most violent ways or hurled the little streets upon the grave 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 Inisfree And your writing down everything But I know by now Why did you sit here In the grave, in the grave In the grave, in the grave Why should I blame her Had they but courage equal to desire Had they but courage equal to desire