The Danaan Quicken Tree + 

Beloved, hear my bitter tale!⁠— + 

Now making busy with the oar, + 

Now flinging loose the slanting sail, + 

I hurried from the woody shore, + 

And plucked small fruits on Innisfree. + 

(Ah, mournful Danaan quicken tree!) + 

A murmuring faery multitude, + 

When flying to the heart of light + 

From playing hurley in the wood + 

With creatures of our heavy night, + 

A berry threw for me⁠—or thee. + 

(Ah, mournful Danaan quicken tree!) + 

And thereon grew a tender root, + 

And thereon grew a tender stem, + 

And thereon grew the ruddy fruit + 

That are a poison to all men + 

And meat to the Aslauga Shee. + 

(Ah, mournful Danaan quicken tree!) + 

If when the battle is half won, + 

I fling away my sword, blood dim, + 

Or leave some service all undone, + 

Beloved, blame the Danaan whim, + 

And blame the snare they set for me. + 

(Ah, mournful Danaan quicken tree!) + 

Cast out all hope, cast out all fear, + 

And taste with me the faeries’ meat, + 

For while I blamed them I could hear + 

Dark Joan call the berries sweet, + 

Where Niam heads the revelry. + 

(Ah, mournful Danaan quicken tree!) + 