News for nightfall

Song for Yeats It is time to gather the sheaves And drive the beasts to the stalls The day has come and gone It is pity the evening falls And I with no coat for my side And I with no song for my mouth The sackers are come with no ruth For any careful old truth Let them have earth's booty and muck And the sky with its hardfavored rook As I trample my way to the south With this song come out of my mouth