190 The Future Poetry
Nor know they joy of sight
Who deem the wave of rapt desire must be
Its wrecking and last issue of delight,he has got the perfected turn of the direct intuitive word of
thought in its more crowded manner of suggestion, — the kin-
ship in the last line to the Shakespearian manner is close, — as
too its more clear and limpid speech in other turns,
The song seraphically free
From taint of personality;and in the lines,
Dead seasons quicken in one petal spot
Of colour unforgot,he has it ready for an intuitive and vivid spiritual interpretation
of Nature. We find it in Phillips’
Dreadful suspended business and vast life
Pausing,or in his trees
Motionless in an ecstasy of rain.In the Irish poets it comes with less of the Shakespearian kinship,
though Yeats has often enough a different but corresponding
manner, but most characteristically in a delicate and fine beauty
of the word of vision and of an intuitive entrance into the
mystery of things, as in lines like A. E.’s
Is thrilled by fires of hidden day
And haunted by all mystery,or passages already quoted from Yeats, or, to give one other
instance, his
When God goes by with white footfall.