William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс)

Church and State

HERE is fresh matter, poet,
Matter for old age meet;
Might of the Church and the State,
Their mobs put under their feet.
O but heart's wine shall run pure,
Mind's bread grow sweet.
That were a cowardly song,
Wander in dreams no more;
What if the Church and the State
Are the mob that howls at the door!
Wine shall run thick to the end,
Bread taste sour. 

1. To a Squirrel at Kyle-Na-Gno
2. The Balloon of the Mind
3. Crazy Jane on the Mountain
4. Безумная Джейн и епископ • Crazy Jane and the Bishop
5. Fallen Majesty

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