Poem by Yeats that I can't quote in its entirety because it's anti-semitic. *Throwaway* anti-semitic, which I think makes it worse. I allow dead poets to be assholes, like Pound, as long as they leave their assholery out of their poems. Or at least out of their good poems. Yeats didn't. Pooh on Yeats.
But the last verse is the best anyway:
The priests have got a book that says
But for Adam's sin
Eden's Garden would be there
And I there within.
No expectation fails there,
No pleasing habit ends,
No man grows old, no girl grows cold,
But friends walk by friends.
Who quarrels over halfpennies
That plucks the trees for bread?
What shall I do for pretty girls
Now my old bawd is dead?