{"id":442,"date":"2010-05-11T01:25:44","date_gmt":"2010-05-11T01:25:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=442"},"modified":"2010-05-11T01:25:44","modified_gmt":"2010-05-11T01:25:44","slug":"the-cap-and-bells-by-w-b-yeats","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/the-cap-and-bells-by-w-b-yeats\/","title":{"rendered":"THE CAP AND BELLS by W. B. Yeats"},"content":{"rendered":"
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William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

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THE CAP AND BELLS by W. B. Yeats<\/p>\n

The jester walked in the garden:
\nThe garden had fallen still;
\nHe bade his soul rise upward
\nAnd stand on her window-sill.<\/p>\n

It rose in a straight blue garment,
\nWhen owls began to call:
\nIt had grown wise-tongued by thinking
\nOf a quiet and light footfall;<\/p>\n

But the young queen would not listen;
\nShe rose in her pale night gown;
\nShe drew in the heavy casement
\nAnd pushed the latches down.<\/p>\n

He bade his heart go to her,
\nWhen the owls called out no more;
\nIn a red and quivering garment
\nIt sang to her through the door.<\/p>\n

It had grown sweet-tongued by dreaming,
\nOf a flutter of flower-like hair;
\nBut she took up her fan from the table
\nAnd waved it off on the air.<\/p>\n

‘I have cap and bells,’ he pondered,
\n‘I will send them to her and die;’
\nAnd when the morning whitened
\nHe left them where she went by.<\/p>\n

She laid them upon her bosom,
\nUnder a cloud of her hair,
\nAnd her red lips sang them a love song:
\nTill stars grew out of the air.<\/p>\n

She opened her door and her window,
\nAnd the heart and the soul came through,
\nTo her right hand came the red one,
\nTo her left hand came the blue.<\/p>\n

They set up a noise like crickets,
\nA chattering wise and sweet,
\nAnd her hair was a folded flower
\nAnd the quiet of love in her feet.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

One of the greatest poets of the 20th Century. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[110],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-442","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-yeats"],"aioseo_notices":[],"amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/442","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=442"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/442\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=442"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=442"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=442"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}