W.B. Yeats:Apropos of New Country Fatalism

• W.B. Yeats.

  From `Under Ben Bulben'

  
  Under bare Ben Bulben's head
  In Drumcliff churchyard Yeats is laid.
  An ancestor was rector there
  Long years ago, a church stands near,
  By the road an ancient cross.
  No marble, no conventional phrase;
  On limestone quarried near the spot By his command these words are cut:
  Cast a cold eye On life, on death.
  Horseman, pass by!