To the waters and the wild

    With a fairy  hand in hand

    For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

他在自传中这样面描述道：“花已暗淡，她摘下暗淡的花，在飞蛾的时节把它藏进怀里。”

我无从知晓莫德回忆中1889年伦敦那热恋的眼神是如何炽诚，只能在诗中一遍遍体会那种极致...

Let us apart, ere the season of passion forget us, With a kiss and a tear on thy drooping brow.

许多人被感动着，为他爱着她朝圣者的心，她痛苦的皱纹。她是他最纯洁的梦，虽然伴随着小小的忧伤——

      若我有天国的锦缎 

     以耀眼的星光织就 

      有夜的黯蓝   昼的纯白 

       和晨曦的暧昧

       我会把它轻铺在你脚下

      可我除了梦，别无其它

         我一样铺开了，只是

     轻些踩，别踩痛我的梦啊

He gives his beloved certain rhymes:

I bade my heart built these poor rhymes

It works at them ,day out ,day in 

Building  a sorrowful loveliness

Out of the battles of old times.

     Away with us he's going

    The solemn-eyed

    He'll hear no more the lowing

    Of the calves on the warm hillside

    Or the kettle on the hob

    Sing peace into his breast

    Or see the brown mice bob

    Round and round the oatmeal-chest

    For he comes, the human child

    To the waters and the wild

    With a fairy   hand in hand

    From a world more full of weeping than he can understand.

有时觉得，叶芝自己就像那个stolen  child,going out of the world more full of weeping than he can understand.

不知他是否真的找到了属于自己的桃花源，但他诗中的那个意象，确是感动着我们，给了我们一个唯美的精神家园。