Ode to Yeats.

Embroidered was thy cloth he spoke' a blissful sky of blue, awoke

to claim his eye of heavens cloud, he spoke of silk and thou aloud

Embroidered was thee silken hold' a hand of gentle things be told

Thou as his passing comes to bare,  a poet's
Landing, had he there

A simple soul, with likeness heart, told the world his lover's part

And in the meaning of his life, made words of bridal for his wife.