| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Beggar to Beggar Cried | | By William Butler Yeats |
| | | “TIME to put off the world and go somewhere | |
| And find my health again in the sea air,” | |
| Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck, | |
| “And make my soul before my pate is bare; | |
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| “And get a comfortable wife and house | 5 |
| To rid me of the devil in my shoes,” | |
| Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck, | |
| “And the worse devil that is between my thighs. | |
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| “And though I’d marry with a comely lass, | |
| She need not be too comely—let it pass,” | 10 |
| Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck, | |
| “But there’s a devil in a looking-glass. | |
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| “Nor should she be too rich, because the rich | |
| Are driven by wealth as beggars by the itch,” | |
| Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck, | 15 |
| “And cannot have a humorous happy speech. | |
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| “And there I’ll grow respected at my ease, | |
| And hear amid the garden’s nightly peace,” | |
| Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck, | |
| “The wind-blown clamor of the barnacle-geese.” | 20 | | | |
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