William Butler Yeats - Anima Mundi (Chap.35) lyrics

As I go up and down my stair and pa** the gilded Moorish wedding-chest where I keep my “barbarous words,” I wonder will I take to them once more, for I am baffled by those voices that still speak as to Odysseus but as the bats; or now that I shall in a little be growing old, to some kind of simple piety like that of an old woman. May 9, 1917.