Who Goes with Fergus?by W.B. Yeats
Alexandra Allen
English 150
Wednesday 16 October 2013, 6 p.m. section
Who will go drive with Fergus now,
And pierce the deep wood's woven shade,
And dance upon the level shore?
Young man, lift up your russet brow,
And lift your tender eyelids, maid,
And brood on hopes and fear no more.And no more turn aside and brood
Upon love's bitter mystery;
For Fergus rules the brazen cars,
And rules the shadows of the wood,
And the white breast of the dim sea
And all disheveled wandering stars.
No more turn aside and brood…— turn away from the love that makes you crazy and focus on things that Fergus focused on and ruled (nature)
Brood on hopes— ponder about your dreams and future not the love that is making you unhappy in the present.
wood, the
sea, and
starsor nature in general.
breast,
disheveled)