A Prayer for My Daughter

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Lesson –7

A Prayer for My Daughter 

                                                                       – William Butler Yeats

Poem –

Once more the storm is howling , and  half hid

Under this cradle – hood and  coverlid

My child  sleeps on. There is no obstacle

But Gregory’s  wood and  one  bare hill

Whereby the  haystack – and  roof – leveling wind,

Bred on the  atlantic , can be  stayed;

And for an hour I have  walked and prayed

Because of the  great gloom that is in my mind.

 A Prayer for My Daughter

I have walked and prayed for this young child an hour

And heard the sea – wind scream  upon the tower ,

And  under the arches of the  bridge, and scream;

Imagining in excited reverie

 That the  future years had come,

Dancing to a  frenzied drum ,

Out of the murderous innocence of the sea .


May she be granted beauty and  yet  not

Beauty to make a stranger’s eye distraught,

Or hers before a looking –glass for such ,

Being made beautiful overmuch,

Consider beauty a sufficient end ,

 Lose natural kindness and may be

The heart – revealing intimacy

That chooses right , and  never find a friend.

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Helen being  chosen found life that and dull

And later  had much trouble  from a fool ,

While that great Queen , that rose out of the spray,

Being fatherless could have  her way

Yet chose a bandy – leggd smith  for man .

It’s certain that fine women eat

A crazy salad with their meat

Whereby the Horn of Plenty is  undone .


In courtesy I’d have her chiefly learned:

Hearts are not had as a gift but hearts are earned

By those that  are not  entirely beautiful;

Yet many , that have played the fool

For beauty’s  very self, has  roved,

Loved and  thought himself beloved ,

From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes.


May she become a flourishing hidden tree

That all her thoughts may like the  linnet be ,

And have no business but dispensing round

Their magnanimities if sound,

Nor but in merriment begin a chase ,

Nor but in merriment a quarrel.


O may she live  like some green laurel

Rooted in one dear  perpetual place.

My mind , because the minds that I  have  loved,

The short  of beauty that I have  approved ,

Prosper but  little , has dried up of late,

Yet knows that  to be choked  with hate

May well be of all  evil chances chief .

If there’s no hatred in a mind

Assault and battery of the wind

Can never tear the linnet from the leaf.


An intellectual hatred is the worst,

So let her  think opinions are accursed .

Have I not  seen the  loveliest woman born

Out of the  mouth of Plenty’s horn,

Because other opinionated mind

Barter  that  horn and every good

By quiet natures understood

For an old bellows full of  angry wind?


Considering that , all hated driven hence,

The soul recovers radical innocence

And  learns at last that it is self –delighting.

Self –appeasing , self –affrighting ,

And that its own sweet will is  heaven’s will;

She can  , though every face should scowl

And every windy quarter howl

Or every bellows burst , be happy still.


And may her bridegroom bring her to a house

Where all’s accustomed , ceremonious;

For arrogance and  hatred are the wares

Peddled in the  thoroughfares.

How but in  custom and in  ceremony

Are innocence and  beauty born?

Ceremony’s a name for the rich horn,

And custom for the  spreading laurel tree.

 A Prayer for My Daughter by William Butler Yeats

7.A Prayer for My Daughter by William Butler Yeats