A Poem by Yeats - Agalloch

The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves

The brilliant moon and all the milky sky

And all that famous harmony of leaves

Had blotted out man’s image and his cry

A girl arose that had red mournful lips

And seemed the greatness of the world in tears

Doomed like Odysseus and the labouring ships

And proud as Priam murdered with his peers;

Arose, and on the instant clamorous eaves

A climbing moon upon an empty sky

And all that lamentation of the leaves

Could but compose man’s image and his cry