{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/yeats/lpy/lpy059.htm","path":"neu/yeats/lpy/lpy059.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/yeats/lpy/lpy059.htm","text":"I SWAYED upon the gaudy stern\n The butt end of a steering oar,\n And saw wherever I could turn\n A crowd upon a shore.\nAnd though I would have hushed the crowd,\n There was no mother's son but said,\n \"What is the figure in a shroud\n Upon a gaudy bed?\"\nAnd after running at the brim\n Cried out upon that thing beneath,\n --It had such dignity of limb--\n By the sweet name of Death.\nThough I'd my finger on my lip,\n What could I but take up the song?\n And running crowd and gaudy ship\n Cried out the whole night long,\nCrying amid the glittering sea,\n Naming it with ecstatic breath,\n Because it had such dignity\n By the sweet name of Death.","title":"Later Poems of Yeats: From the Green Helmet and Other Poems (1912): His Dream","type":"page"}