The quarrel of the sparrows in the eves,
The full round moon and the star laden sky,
And the loud song of the ever singing leaves,
Had hid away the earths old and weary cry.

And then you came with those mournful lips,
And with you came the whole of the worlds tears,
And all the trouble of her labouring ships,
And all the trouble of her myriad years.

And now the sparrows warring in the eves,
The curd-pale moon, the white stars in the sky,
And the loud chaunting of the unquiet leaves,
Are shaken with the earths old and weary cry.

Yeats