Silenced by death in the grave. WB Yeats couldn’t save. Why did you stand here. Were you sickened in time but I know by now.. Why did you sit here? In the grave. WB Yeats „Second“. Why should I blame her. that she filled my days with misery or that she would of late. Have taught to ignorant men violent ways or. hurled the little streets upon the great. Had they but courage. Equate to desire. Sad there Mond Gonne couldn’t stay. but she had Mac Bride everyday and you sit here with me. On the isle Inistree and your waiting down everything. but I know by know. Why did you sit here. In the grave..... Why should I blame her. Had they but courage equate to desire.