A Faery Song Comments

W B Years is one of my favorite poet's. I always feel excited reading his poems.

Give to these children, new from the world....yes, yes yes!

CONGRATULATIONS TO THE FAMILY of the late great Poet being chosen as the Modern Poem Of The Day. Most deserving! 5 Stars TOP Score

the gift for the children, the very best of the best, there are no better wishes, because look how we have grown old, very old but still roguish.5 Stars TOP Score

'Us who are old, old and gay, O so old! Thousands of years, thousands of years, If all were told.' - The lyrics end so beautifully! A nice song.

Old and gay! ! Able to teach the children. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

'Is anything better, anything better? Tell us it then: ' A wise and beautiful song with the unanswered question...

We are Old so OLD in request this seat is WORLD, don't sale The new CHILD find this NOT SOLD yet live in scary tale TOLD

A fantastic flight of imagery of a great poet has composed this wonderful verse. Thanks for posting it here.

A fine piece by William Butler Yeats...............

............would love to see this poem actually sung by fairies in a movie....that would be so cool....enjoyed...

I like it so cool! ! ! ! (^_^)

I am young, O' and I am young. Sing, I write this song, I write it down. Gay once I was, thou lay me down and as I rest O' lay me down. is it poetry

Good wish fires the time with its white and serene flames. It contaminates the human thought during thousand and thousands years..... Playing the same tune now we all in the front.....Marvelous, Magnificent the piece of word-art.

Now we are talking poets. William Butler Yeats the cream of the crop. Excellent as are all his works.

Peace, love and Nature what the poet asks to give to the new generation even if some live thousands of years! Indeed the offer is more than heaven on the Earth!

The part of fairly lore most relevant is that folk belief held that a child could be stolen by the fairies (AKA the Sidhe) and would, like them, become immortal. But as Yeats points out in The Stolen Child and other places, the immortalized person would no longer appreciate the little things of our transient life.

A time of reflection, casting life into thousands of years. Though with GOD one day can be a thousand years. BUT, age is a part of the flower blooming, after the growth.

The problem with this poem is that one feels one needs to know something of the faery lore it is based on for it to make sense; otherwise it's just pleasant sounding. It's the same with religious poems, you need to know the theological background.

Yes, great imagery, and tremendous economy of words. A classic.