Poem by William Butler Yeats

An Appointment

Being out of heart with government
I took a broken root to fling
Where the proud, wayward squirrel went,
Taking delight that he could spring;
And he, with that low whinnying sound
That is like laughter, sprang again
And so to the other tree at a bound.
Nor the tame will, nor timid brain,
Bred that fierce tooth and cleanly limb
And threw him up to laugh on the bough;
No government appointed him.

1. Fallen Majesty
2. The Collar-Bone of a Hare
3. Owen Ahern and His Dancers
4. When Helen Lived
5. The Well and the Tree

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