‘Twas down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I

(National Poetry Month, Day 24) In observance of today’s 98th anniversary of the Easter Rising in Ireland, I present “Easter, 1916” by W.B. Yeats. I’ll let the poem speak for itself in this blog post, but I welcome discussion in the comments! Easter, 1916 by W.B. Yeats I have met them at close of day Coming with vivid faces From counter or desk among … Read More ‘Twas down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I