Poem by William Butler Yeats

To a Squirrel at Kyle-Na-Gno

    Come play with me;
    Why should you run
    Through the shaking tree
    As though I'd a gun
    To strike you dead?
    When all I would do
    Is to scratch your head
    And let you go.

1. The Balloon of the Mind
2. Crazy Jane on the Mountain
3. Fallen Majesty
4. Owen Ahern and His Dancers
5. Beggar to Beggar Cried

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