If any man drew near
When I was young,
I thought, “He holds her dear,”
And shook with hate and fear.
But O! ’twas bitter wrong
If he could pass her by
With an indifferent eye.
Whereon I wrote and wrought,
And now, being grey,
I dream that I have brought
To such a pitch my thought
That coming time can say,
“He shadowed in a glass
What thing her body was.”
For she had fiery blood
When I was young,
And trod so sweetly proud
As ’twere upon a cloud,
A woman Homer sung,
That life and letters seem
But an heroic dream.

Readings

W.B. Yeats: 'A Woman Homer Sung' read by Fiona Shaw
W.B. Yeats: 'A Woman Homer Sung' read by Simon Callow
W.B. Yeats: 'A Woman Homer Sung' read by Bob Geldof
W.B. Yeats: 'A Woman Homer Sung' read by Dominic West
W.B. Yeats: 'A Woman Homer Sung' read by Rupert Graves
Select reading
W.B. Yeats: 'A Woman Homer Sung' read by Fiona Shaw
W.B. Yeats: 'A Woman Homer Sung' read by Simon Callow
W.B. Yeats: 'A Woman Homer Sung' read by Bob Geldof
W.B. Yeats: 'A Woman Homer Sung' read by Dominic West
W.B. Yeats: 'A Woman Homer Sung' read by Rupert Graves
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