| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Paudeen | | By William Butler Yeats |
| | | INDIGNANT at the fumbling wits, the obscure spite | |
| Of our old Paudeen in his shop, I stumbled blind | |
| Among the stones and thorn trees, under morning light, | |
| Until a curlew cried and in the luminous wind | |
| A curlew answered, and suddenly thereupon I thought | 5 |
| That on the lonely height where all are in God’s eye, | |
| There cannot be, confusion of our sound forgot, | |
| A single soul that lacks a sweet crystalline cry. | | | | |
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